Chapter 83 The ring was a match to his own, and Curtis approached the table to pick it up Leanne's fingers were slender, her wedding band tailored to fit. She had worn it out the door just yesterday Through the years, no matter the quarrels or the silent treatments, she never once removed that ring. Had she really left? Curtis turned the villa upside down. Leanne hadn't taken much. Each season, the top brands showered her with the latest collections, but she hadn't taken a single designer purse or piece of jewelry.
After pacing the house a few times, Curtis returned to the dining room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe dishes on the table seemed rather humble compared to Laura's culinary skills, clearly not up to her standard Had Leanne made this? Even though they'd gone cold, losing sof their vibrant colors, they still looked quite appetizing. Her cooking skills appeared to have improved a lot.
Leanne was truly gone without leaving him a single word.
Joy had been trying to reach Leanne all night too.
That afternoon, Leanne had mentioned she was going to have a talk with Curtis. Joy had. checked in once to see how it was going, only to be told he hadn't chyet.
By ten o'clock, when Joy tried to follow up, she couldn't get through anymore.
Pondering whether Leanne had finally decided to divorce Curtis and needed squiet time, Joy held off for the night, planning to reach out the next day. But when she tried to call, Leanne's phone was off! Joy had just settled into her office cubicle with a coffee, opened a document, and typed "Project Proposal" when she heard the mechanical voicemail tone. She shot up from her chair.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe sound of the chair scraping the floor was sharp and piercing, startling everyone in the office. Joy didn't even bother to steady her spilled coffee as she bolted out the door..
"Holy moly! Did you gulp down poison or something? Chill out, you scared the daylights out of me!" "Where's she running off to? Is there an earthquake?" "I didn't feel anything. Did you guys?" Chapter 83 Joy ignored her colleagues' shouts, clutching her phone as she sprinted toward the elevator. She collided with someone just stepping out, sending them stumbling back inside.
Hér boss, Austin, hit the elevator wall with a thud, grinding his molars. "Joy, what's the rush? Are you running off to hell or something?"
Frantically pressing the elevator button, Joy babbled, "I can't get a hold of my friend! I called her last night and got no answer. I thought ve she needed salone time. Now her phone's off. She never turns it off, in case the hospital needs her. It's damn Curtis again, that good-for-nothing jerk. He must've hurt her I swear I'll never let him live this down!" Austin, feeling overwhelmed, said, "Calm down. Where could she be now?"
"I don't know where she is," Joy replied, starting to cry. "She wentn through depression a couple of years back and just got better. I'm scared she's back in that dark place."
Austin pressed the button for the basement level, composed. “Don't .om panic. You know where she lives, right? I'll drive you there to check. Call her husband on the way. He might know something." X