Chapter 58
Curtis glanced at Leanne’s plate with a smirk. Is that all? Are you feeding a sparrow?”
While teasing her for her modest appetite, he nonchalantly snagged a slice of blueberry cheesecake from her plate.
Leanne, plate in hand, seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
“What’s with that look? It’s just a piece of cheesecake, no need to be stingy.”
As he spoke, Curtis casually tossed a half-blogmed rose onto Leanne’s plate. The delicate pink petals unfolded slightly, releasing their subtle fragrance.
“Consider it compensation. Happy now?” He looked at Leanne with a playful squint. “If that’s not enough, I can go pick some more.”
Leanne gazed at the flower on her plate, silent for a few seconds before she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You didn’t wash your hands.”
Curtis was speechless.
Grinding his teeth slightly, Curtis pinched Leanne’s cheek. “I forgot you’re particular about cleanliness.”
Suzan was chatting up a storm with a group of old girlfriends nearby, keeping an eye on Curtis the whole time. She watched as he came back from outside, shooed away some guy chatting up Leanne, and wrapped his arm around her waist with familiar ease.
Suzan flickered her gaze and excused herself from her friends. Gathering her skirt, she walked towards them.
“Busy man, done with your calls?” she teased with a playful tone. “Everyone’s been waiting for you to shoot some pool.”
“Not in the mood.” Curtis turned to Leanne. “You done eating? Let’s head home.”
The smile on Suzan’s face vanished. “Are you leaving? The party’s just getting started. Devin and Skyler have been looking for you for ages.”
What for?” Curtis retorted. “I’m not their mother.”
zan knew all too well his independent streak. After all, she had butted heads with him in the past, leading to their breakup.
further, only
If Curtis wanted to leave, no one could make him stay. So Suzan didn’t press reminding him, “Don’t forget your jacket. It’s still in the room upstairs. I doubt the maid’s had a chance to clean it yet.”
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Hearing this, Leanne, without a word, tossed the rose into the trash
Curtis caught the movement, his eyes lingering on the discarded flower for a second, his expression cooling slightly
“That eager to throw away my flower?”
Leanne replied indifferently, “It’s not my flower Why would I want it?”
The flower, just like Curtis, belonged to Suzan canne didn’t desire anything that wasn’t rightfully hers.
Curtis grew colder. “What’s that mean?”
The tension between them was palpable when Suzan stepped in, playing peacemaker. “Curtis, why do you always have to be so harshy with Leanne?”
She then turned to Leanne to clarify, “Leanne, it’s not what you think. Before you got here, Devin was messing around, spraying champagne at me. I ducked behind Curtis, and Devin accidentally got champagne on his clothes, so he went upstairs to change into a spare shirt/Please, don’t get the wrong ideal”
Leanne looked at her sincere face, easily picturing the scene. Devin playfully chased Suzan, with her seeking refuge behind Curtis who made Devin behave with just a glance.
What a cozy little trio!
Perhaps Suzan’s motive for inviting Leanne was to openly display Curtis’ affection for her. Well, she’d done a stellar job, giving them a free pass to showcase their love story. Such an accommodating wife was hard to come by.
Leanne’s patience had its limits.
“No misunderstanding here.” She set her plate down, foregoing any pretense of courtesy. She left the plate behind and walked away.
“Leanne!” Suzan called out anxiously, realizing she couldn’t stop her, she nudged Curtis’ arm. “Go explain it to her. Don’t let her get the wrong idea.”
“This has nothing to do with you.” Curtis, visibly annoyed, didn’t chase after Leanne, but instead strode towards the exit.
“Curtis, your jacket…”
hout looking back, he replied coldly, “Toss it.”
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