Leanne nced back and saw Curtis ambling in with his typical leisurely stride.


    He hadn''t mentioned a word about these ns to her. He had arranged everything on his own.


    "Let''s eat," Curtis said.


    Just as Leanne was about to respond, Joy dashed over with the speed of a sprinter, eagerly pulling out


    a chair for Curtis. She patted the non-existent dust off the seat with hands she pampered daily with


    lotion, bending over with a flourish, "To my best friend''s esteemed husband, please have a seat."


    Leanne couldn''t bear to watch.


    Joy was brimming with enthusiasm, but Curtis gave her a cool look. "If you''re haunted, go get a priest


    to do an exorcism. Keep away from me. I don''t want to catch whatever you have."


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    The room burst intoughter. Joy''s stered-on smile quickly faded as she rolled her eyes and sat


    back down.


    Devin, arms crossed and looking rather irritated, chimed in, "Curtis, didn''t you save a room for me?"


    Curtis, after pulling out a chair for Leanne and ensuring she wasfortably seated, settled down


    himself and replied casually, "Do you think this is a hostel?"


    Devin felt slighted. "Then why do they get rooms?"


    Joy stuck her tongue out at him, tauntingly.


    "It''s because I make friends," Selina sped her hands together and looked up as if praying, "Thank


    God for myselfst year, amen!"


    Skyler patted Devin on the shoulder and sighed, "Haven''t you figured it out yet? With Curtis, Leanne


    comes first, and her friendse before us bros."


    Devin shrugged off his hand and grabbed a chair. In full view of everyone, he squeezed it between


    Leanne and Joy.


    "Make some room."


    Without waiting for Joy to react, he shoved his chair between them and forcefully sat down.


    "Leanne, I''m sticking with you from now on."


    Leanne nced at his wide grin and then turned to Curtis.


    With a raised eyebrow, Curtis lifted a piece of steak on his fork and held it out to her, obviously not


    nning on stepping in.


    "Fine by me," Leanne conceded.


    "Seriously, Mr. Perez, can you step it up a bit and show some backbone?"


    "You know nothing," another man said with a cheeky grin, "Leanne, I''m with you too."


    Amid the table''s jovial chatter, a voice came from the yard, "Sorry, I''mte."


    Grace walked in, looking apologetic. "With a couple of clients shing today, I sorted it out and rushed


    over."


    She then introduced the person who hade with her, "This is my friend. She was helping out at my


    shop today, so I brought her along."


    The girl who apanied her wore a French square-neck dress, showcasing her slim waist and long


    legs, with aplexion as fair as porcin. Especially notable were her sparkling eyes, very beautiful.


    As she entered, the raucousughter among the men at the table softened, their attention drawn to her.


    The girl nodded slightly to everyone, her smile as curved as a crescent moon, her voice gentle and


    sweet, "Hello everyone."