Chapter 352


    The ck sedan pulled up in the bustling district filled with bars and clubs. Dressed sharply, Curtis


    stepped out and entered one of them.


    Inside, the ce was pulsing with vibrant music and chaotic lights. Conversation required yelling into


    each other’s ears to be heard.


    Curtis found them as both women were in a tearful embrace.


    Scattered bottles littered the table while Joy managed to blurt out some angry, muffled


    words about him.


    Austin had also arrived.


    Curtis carefully lifted Leanne, who was still clutching Joy’s hand, unwilling to let go, insisting, “I don’t


    want you. I want Joy.”


    Austin tried to hold Joy back as she gave him a run for his money with a few good shoves.


    Curtis grabbed Leanne’s bag and carried her out of the bar. She rested quietly against his shoulder,


    crying softly, asionally hupping, as he muttered, “Crybaby. What did you guys talk about that got


    you so upset?”


    Leanne didn’t respond, her sobs slowly subsiding, perhaps falling asleep.


    As they reached the hotel parking lot, Curtis was about to help her out of the car when he noticed she


    was awake.


    Looking into his eyes, she was silent, just watching.


    “Drunk?” Curtis asked.


    “I hold my liquor well,” Leanne replied steadily, no sign of drunkenness in her vo


    Curtis pinched her nose. “Pretty drunk to me.”


    Leanne swatted his hand away.


    Her eyes, red from crying, were calm in the dim car light. She wasn’t crying anymore looking at him


    with those damp, doe eyes.


    Curtis returned her gaze, a faint smile ying in his eyes.


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    “What are you looking at?”


    Leanne still didn’t speak. Her index finger traced his brow, gently moving from the center to the ends,


    then back across the deep set of his eyes.


    Her finger followed the line of Curtis’ tall nose, eventually resting on his thin, attractive lips.


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    She stared for some time, then suddenly looked up, whispering his name. “Curtis.”


    A faint scent of alcohol mixed with her breath tickled his nose. Her request was polite. “Can I kiss you?”


    Curtis felt a tight knot in his throat, but he kept cool, leaning back in his seat and asking,”Why do you


    wanna kiss me?”


    “Because I love you,” she confessed, likely emboldened by the alcohol, “I love you.”


    With hisstposure, Curtis.signaled for Jake to leave the car first.


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