Chapter 180
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 180
âTomorrow?â Curtisâ right hand slipped into his trouser pocket, feigning contemplation, as if he were a man besieged by a thousand duties. âIâve got business in Manhattan. Last weekend, I postponed a few things just to hang out with you at the Hot Spring Hotel.â
As if heâd done her a favor. It was his idea to go in the first place.
Leanne waited for her Uber outside the hospital, shivering slightly in the brisk chill. Her left hand was tucked into her sleeve for warmth, her other hand gripping her phone, fingers stiff from the biting wind.
âSo when will you be back?â
Truth be told, there wasnât anything in Manhattan that required his urgent presence. An old friend had just celebrated the birth of twins, and he was supposed to go and congratulate him last week. But upon hearing that Leanne was heading to Hot Spring Hotel, he changed his plans on a whim.
The congratulatory gift had already been sent by a proxy. His presence was hardly necessary. After all, those kids werenât his.
âHard to say,â Curtis said, pretending to find the question difficult. âIf all goes well, Iâll be back the same day. But if not, it could take anywhere from a few days to a year.â
Leanneâs brow furrowed at the mention of a year. She could wait, but the city hall wouldnât hold off for her.
âWhat time is your flight? Maybe we could head to city hall early in the morning, get the paperwork done, and then you canâ¦â
Curtis cut her off, âFive A.M.â
She felt like he was making it difficult on purpose. As she got into the car, she couldnât help but retort, âIs it really necessary to travel at the crack of dawn on your private jet?â
The driver glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and disdain, clearly thinking: Damn rich folks.
âThe private jet needs flight plans filed in advance. Calebâs been slacking off, forgot to file it.â Curtis explained, feigning sincerity.
Had he not blamed Caleb for being lazy, Leanne might have believed him.
Caleb might be lazy, but he never dropped the ball.
âAre you lying to me?â
Curtis, a seasoned businessman, was adept at handling someone as innocent yet vigilant as Leanne. âWhy donât you come with me and see for yourself?â
As if she could actually go with him, âJust make sure you come back soon.â
Perhaps because of the cold, all her energy was focused on staying warm, leaving none for giving Curtis the cold shoulder. His response, so casual it was as though he could
the sky, was, âWhatâs the rush? City hall isnât going anywhere.â
hold up
The next day, Curtis did indeed fly to Manhattan and stayed there for two days, handling work remotely. It was a hassle, but thatâs the price of weaving tales. Once you tell a lie, you have to see it through, or everything could come crashing down.
In Manhattan, he visited his old friend, whom he hadnât seen in a while, and took a glance. at the twins who bore no relation to him.
Because honestly, one glance was more than enough.
His friend might be well-off, but when it came to looks, well, letâs just say that not-so-great genes were dominant. Even a beauty queen with the perfect ratio of features couldnât alter the inevitable. The twins were, to put it mildly, uniquely unattractive.
Curtis offered diplomatic praise, âTheyâre clearly the spitting image of you.â
The babiesâ father, basking in the warmth of his wife and children, wasnât offended. He clapped Curtis on the back and teased, âIâve been married half a year and already have two bundles of joy. You and your lady have been together for years, whereâs your little one?â
âYouâve only been married for 6 months, manâ Curtis quipped.
His friend laughed heartily, âIâm just efficient.â
As the babies woke and began to cry, the friend hurried to soothe them, clumsy but full love. His raspy voice cooed, âYou wanting some milk, huh? No? A kiss from daddy then? Mwah, mwah⦠Oh man, did you just⦠Honey, help me!â
Curtis wasnât fond of kids, but standing there, witnessing this tender, if somewhat inept, display of fatherhood, he felt a pang of something akin to envy.
Had he not messed things up, he and Leanne might have had a child by now, one probably learning to be potty trained.
With Leanneâs genes and his own not being too shabby, the fruits of their love would surely outshine these two little tykes in the looks department.
Suddenly, Curtis felt a strange affection for the child he had never had.