Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 173

In the photo, Leanne was resting on the edge of the pool, her head cradled in her arms, her fair, rosy cheeks flushed with warmth, her long lashes damp, and lips a tender shade of pink. Droplets of water glistened in her damp hair.

The photo captured only from her chest up, nothing inappropriate revealed, yet the flushed face and hint of soft skin against the shimmering water would make any guy’s heart skip a beat.

Innocence and allure captured perfectly in one frame. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Please, don’t sell it,” Selina pleaded earnestly. “I’m terrified my brother would fall head over heels and never recover.”

Joy chuckled slyly, her mind ticking over with cunning calculations, “I’ll hold onto it until he’s made it big. I’ve got a goldmine of beautiful shots in my phone, I’m set for life leeching off the Turner fortune!”

“What did our family ever do to you?”

Joy was defiantly unapologetic, “Didn’t you tell me what’s mine is yours? So what’s the issue with me cashing in on your family’s wealth?”

Selina was almost persuaded, “You’ve missed your calling as a capitalist overlord!”

“Or you could sell it to me,” said a voice from behind them, startling both.

They turned in unison to see the real deal.

Curtis was back in his crisp suit, draped in a dark grey overcoat, the epitome of elegance. and privilege, reminiscent of an early-days Korean drama lead with his own soundtrack.

To give credit where due, the man had the looks sharp, refined features with an air of lazy sophistication about him.

He stepped out of the hotel, glancing at Joy’s phone. With a delayed reaction, she clutched it to her chest and asked, “What are you staring at?”

Curtis exuded an aura that naturally subdued voices around him, notably more subdued than the day before. Yet, for some reason, he seemed inclined to make a deal, casually reaching into his pocket, “Name your price.”