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

Chapter 35

Curtis couldn’t stand another minute in the room. With a huff, he announced, “I’m crashing into the guest room.”

Leanne called Laura for help. When Laura arrived and saw the kittens, she gasped, “Holy cow, how did they get in here with the door shut tight?”

Together, they herded the kittens back downstairs, only then noticing a window that had been cracked open at some point.

“The mother cat must’ve figured out how to open the window and snuck in from the garden. She’s so clever.”

The mother cat inside was scratching at the door, its howls eerie and forlorn.

As soon as Leanne opened the door, the cat’s cries turned into purring sweetness.

Leanne couldn’t help but soften as the cat nuzzled against her hand, looking for affection. She sighed and said, “Planning some murders on Curtis without even giving me a heads-up, huh?”

Laura’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull in shock, thinking she might have heard

wrong.

“Maybe we should just find them new homes. Mr. Curtis is allergic. It’s no small matter. Cat hair gets everywhere, and no amount of cleaning can keep up with it.”

Some colleagues at the hospital had reserved a kitten, and Joy was blasting social media daily to find them adopters, but three were still unclaimed.

The kittens weren’t even a month old, too young to be given away. The mother cat was no spring chicken, which only made finding her home even harder. There was no quick fix for their situation.

Leanne was worried.

the windows,” she mumbled, stroking the cat’s docile head, her chin resting on

shouldn’t be for too

hadn’t found homes for the

misunderstood. “Have you already found someone to

the bedroom and give it a

and took an antihistamine to the guest room, tapping gently on

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12:15

“Come in.”

to find Curtis stripping down for a shower.

was undone to the last button, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his well-defined

a peek at his abs during a quick

“I know you’ve got your eye on my body,

was stern like a paragon of virtue, but by night he’d be guiding her hand, tracing the contours of his

near the door, careful not to step inside.

medicine.”

the final button undone, his shirt slid off, revealing his muscular upper

at her as he replied,

handed him the pill and

Curtis gave

glance, took the pill from her palm, washed it down with a sip of water, and only then asked, “What’s

Leanne replied dryly.

a deadly poison.

could be

you want to get rid of me?”