Favo Novel
Chapter 213
Chapter 213
Curtis had just gone upstairs, only to find someone had beaten him to it.
Why is it that when Jeremy shows up, she doesn’t mind him interrupting her work?
And there she is, flashing Jeremy one of her dazzling smiles.
What’s so funny? Is it Jeremy’s face that’s laugh-worthy?
How long had it been since she had smiled at him? Every time she saw him, it was nothing but scowls and if looks could kill, Curtis would be riddled with holes by now.
Why does she light up so much around Jeremy?
Could it be, even just a little, that she actually likes Jeremy?
Sudden jealousy flared up in Curtis like gasoline poured over his heart’s embers, igniting a chaotic blaze, a wildfire that left his reason scorched to nothing.
Curtis was half-tempted to pack that cake, along with Jeremy, into a fireworks cannon and blast them into the sky.
But clinging to his last shred of sanity, he didn’t go in. Instead, he walked away, lighting a cigarette in the cold air to calm himself down.
This wasn’t like him at all. Since when did Mr. Curtis need to avoid anyone?
But he was genuinely afraid of saying something in a fit of rage that he couldn’t take something that would upset Leanne.
Taming this little hedgehog was proving to be a real challenge.
And to think he’d wasted so much effort on those fireworks, only for Jeremy to end enjoying them. Maybe he should charge Jeremy a viewing fee?
“Not every man is Curtis, he said?”
Jeremy probably never expected Curtis to overhear that comment. With a cold snort, Curtis thought, “Never knew the guy had such a way with words before.”
Leanne said, “Is this what you came here for at Christmas? To eavesdrop and throw you sarcastic comments around?”
Curtis nonchalantly sat on the edge of a hospital flower bed, his cigarette-holding hand resting on his knee, his dark trousers making his slender fingers stand out even more. With a snurk that carried a hint of irony, he said with feigned propriety, “Of course not. I was worried my wife wouldn’t have enough fun celebrating her birthday with another man, so I rushed over to set off fireworks and liven things up.”
Leanne detected the sarcasm in his voice. “Nobody asked you to.”
“But who can resist my helpful nature?” He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling at stream of smoke that curled upwards, brushing past his indifferent gaze, “With a husband as selflessly devoted and helpful as me, you’d be hard-pressed to find another.”
Leanne, unimpressed by his sarcasm, retorted, “With all your goodness, you might as well go benefit someone else.”
That made Curtis chuckle.
Look at the sharp tongue his little protégé had developed. The annoyance he’d felt upstairs began to dissipate. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, snuffed it out, and with a flick of his wrist, perfectly tossed it into the ashtray of the trash bin.
“I can’t benefit anyone else,” he said slowly, lifting his eyelids, “You’re self-sacrificing, I’m generous to a fault; we’re a match made in heaven. Perfect for each other.”
Leanne shot back “v
must be crazy.”.
“At 12:10 AM on Christmas Day, I’m diagnosed with madness,” Curtis agreed amiably, “All these ailments, you’ve driven me to them. If you leave me, you’re the villain.”
Leanne was speechless.
So he’s learned how to make her guilty now, has he?
Curtis took the nearby cake, leisurely untied the ribbon, and lit the candles before inserting
them.
Sitting there with the cake, he slowly looked up, the faint candlelight dancing in his d
eyes. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
“Time to make a wish, 26-year-old Leanne.”
His gaze was too tender, and Leanne’s defenses weren’t solid enough to keep it out. Th flicker of candlelight found its way in, illuminating the corners of her heart.
Leanne stared at the cake in his hands.
Exquisite, beautiful, like a piece of art.
“Eating one more slice of cake lets you make an extra birthday wish,” Curtis didn’t know if she had made her first wish yet, but he had convinced himself.
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