Chapter 227


    Chapter 227


    Curtis frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over him as the silence stretched between the gathered


    crowd. The evening, meant for casual drinks andughter, had taken an unexpected turn.


    His irritation peaked, and with a clink louder than intended, his ss met the marble countertop, the


    fragile material showing a hairline crack – a testament to his barely contained frustration.


    Grabbing his jacket, Curtis made his way through the bustling pub, catching up to Leanne just outside.


    “You’re mad again?” he asked, gripping her wrist.


    “Not at all,” Leanne retorted, pulling away.


    “Sure,” Curtis said, his hold tightening as he pulled her back, searching her eyes. “What’s got into you?


    Is it because I called out his intentions, or because I made it tough for him?” Leanne’s brows knitted


    together. “Why drag others into our mess? You making him ufortable was about me, wasn’t it?”


    Curtis was steaming because of her defense of Jeremy. But when she distinguished between “others”


    and “our”, he felt a slight sense of satisfaction. This left him split in two half mad, half quietly content.


    “It’s not like I want him in our business. Do you think I enjoy having him around?”


    His grip loosened, his gaze softening. “If it weren’t for worrying about upsetting you, have already set


    him straight.”


    I’d


    Leanne was unimpressed. “And I should thank you?”


    “No need,” Curtis said with a smirk, caressing her chin. “Just be a bit nicer to me.”


    Leanne, however, brushed his hand away coldly.


    “You me Jeremy foring between us, but have you considered his actual intentions? If you


    weren’t dragging your feet, we’d be divorced by now.”


    She stepped back, creating distance between them.


    “Curtis, no one can predict your mood swings.”


    His expression darkened noticeably, “So, we divorce, and he’s free to date you? Is that it?’


    Leanne’s words had reignited his temper, his toneced with sarcasm.


    “What, you’re tired of your old husband and want to make room for him? Touched by his silent


    adoration all these years and can’t wait to be with him?”


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    Leanne was frustrated. “For thest time, our issues have nothing to do with him.”


    “Then why defend him?”


    “I’m not. I just don’t want him caught in the crossfire.”


    “Caught in the crossfire?” Curtis scoffed. “He’s been eyeing you behind my back for years, and you


    think you’re to me?”


    “So what? He’s never acted on it. I barely knew him a few months ago.”


    Leanne wasn’t trying to defend Jeremy as much as she was pointing out that their marital issues


    weren’t his fault, nor were they Suzan Wright’s.


    “After three years of marriage, we’d still be in this mess without them.”


    Curtis’ anger dissipated, reced by a cold resolve. “I’m to me,” he admitted, drawing closer to


    caress her face. “We have many more sets of three years ahead of us, Leanne. Let me make it up to


    you, please?’


    “What’s the use of making up for it now? I’ve already lived through those three years. Unless there’s a


    time machine to start over, how can I give you another chance?”


    She pushed his hands away with effort.


    “I never bothered Suzan when you were messing around, so don’t bother Jeremy. Let’s just let each


    other go.”


    As Leanne walked away, she hailed a cab, pausing before getting in.


    “Call me when you’ve figured things out. We’ll get the divorce papers. It’s time, Curtis. Let’s end this


    mess.”


    The cab pulled away, leaving Curtis alone as the night life of the pub continued to swirl around him, the


    clock just striking nine.


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