Chapter 113
Chapter 113
After a long shaft, Leanne teft the hospital to hid Curtis Bentley parked at the cum, Exer the respectful
chauffeur, take opened the car door for her Leanne nd teet Curtis and quived an eyebrow “What
brings you here? Mary at hover why the full act? Her words traded off as Curtle wordlessly flipped his
phone Womend her
On the screen was Mary’s smiling face Yourdoft work now, dear We only night for m pick you up. Hurry
home for dinner Eve made your favonte fried chicken Von Marys
Curtis was busy, often juggling multiplemitments. Yet, he had cleared his schedule early to spend
more time with Mary, and his phone rang all the way home As the preced the house, seizing a rare
moment of silence, 1 gonne turned to him, Havent you drafted that agreement yet?”
Without looking up from his phone, Cuntis voice was indifferent Mwyer’s sick impot a ve driver
expecting work from an ill man
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Fine, fill draft it myself,” Leanne sand, cutting to the chase. W’s not thatplicated
Curtis gave her a sidelong nce, and his tone linged with sarcasm, Dr Castillo, the woman of many
talents”
What choice do I have? Beller to rely on myself than count on you” Leanne was all for efficiency
“Thave a meeting tomorrow, Guntis replied
“The day after?
Til be out of town”
“When will you be back?”
Leanne fromed Then I’ll sign the papers and send them to your office Sign them whenever you return
Surely
Curtis’ expression darkened, and his enthusiason dampened He tossed his phone aside and leaned
back into the seat Tet’s do it next Monday”
Upon arriving home, they entered the house, aging as if nothing was amiss in Mary’s presence
Leanne didn’t lock her door that night, worried about Mary noticing, but Curtis didn’t retum to sleep.
Once Curtis was away on business, Lomme fel more at peace, out of sight and out of
Chaple
mind. However, Mary was less than pleased, mandeering Leanne’s phone every evening to video call
Curtis and insisting Leanne appnat on screen, tap
Caught in the middle of a dinner party, Curtis became the subject of light hearted teasing when his
companions saw the caller ID. “Your wife checks in on you like clockwork, eh?”
With ambiguous intent, Curtis hummed, “That’s your great grandma for you
As soon as the call connected, Mary puckered her lips in displeasure. “Days have passed, and you’re
still not back. What’s more important, your project or my old life?
“Take my life if it pleases you,” Curtis offered.
Recognizing Mary from a visit to the Richardson family, some acquaintances at the table sent their
regards, which prompted a chorus of ttery from the others.
Amid the pandering voices, Curtis’ gaze settled on the reluctant Leanne, pushed into the frame. She
wasn’t fond of socializing and edged away when she noticed the crowd on his end. Her face and most
of her body were out of view, but her hands remained, tenderly massaging Mary’s legs, her fingers
delicate, her wrists white.
Someone offered Curtis a cigarette, lighting it for him whilementing. That must be your wife, right?
Even her hands are beautiful.”
Curtis’ eyelids flickered open as he said frostily, “Who gave you the permission to look?”
The man sheepishly backed off.
Curtis pocketed his phone and shooed away the sycophants.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Leanne spent several days at the Richardson Manor, rushing over to keep Marypany after work
and staying through the weekends.
Joy felt neglected and spoke her suspicions out, “Are you sure she’s not just putting on an act? Trying
to keep you tied to the Richardson family?”
“Don’t be so cynical,” Leanne rebuked her.
“Fine, I’m cynical. But you’re making a fool of yourself!”
After ending the call, Leanne continued slicing fruit. Mary’s attempts to y matchmaker with her and
Curtis were not subtle. Whether genuine or not, Mary’s failing health was a reality. Spending more days
with Mary meant fewer regrets when Mary was no longer there.