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

Chapter 37

Joy tucked her phone away and leaned against the door, arms folded, giving her the once-over. “And who might you be?”

Selina shot her a sidelong glance. “I could ask you the same.”

With a flip of her hair, Joy declared, “I’m her husband here.”

“Please,” Selina’s smirk was a masterclass in disdain. “Are you her husband? You mean you’re Cur…”

Before she could finish, a cookie was shoved into her mouth, silencing the rest of her

sentence.

Leanne’s voice was firm. “Zip it. Back to your room, or you can kiss pain relief goodbye.”

Selina was speechless.

For the first time in her life, she felt cornered and had no choice but to submit. When the pain in her eyes flared up, it was unbearable!

Leanne had warned that the painkiller should be used sparingly, giving it to her only when she was absolutely desperate, begging like a child for just one drop of relief.

With her mouth begrudgingly shut, Selina seethed, “Fine, I won’t ask. But this is personal revenge!”

With time to kill and fully aware that Amy wouldn’t dare harm her, Joy leisurely walked over to Selina’s wheelchair, giving it a spin to face the other direction.

“Which room is she in?” she asked, “I’ll help you wheel her back.”

was palpable. “Room

voice boomed as she was unceremoniously pushed out of

it on. Let’s see who slaps harder.”

Joy trying to hoist Selina onto the bed against her will, while Selina clung to the wheelchair for dear life. Eventually, Joy -overpowered

Selina was livid.

just curious. She’s gorgeous and

paused her rough handling, pointing a finger at Selina as if to say,

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got taste.”

down onto a nearby chair.

“Let’s talk turkey!”

Amy queried, “Why’s she been bothering you so much these

“She’s got the curiosity of

and your hubby,” another colleague chimed in. “Why all

Leanne was starting to feel irritated, the words on

not exactly easy on the eyes,” she

then?” The other person

look up. “He’s five foot nothing, bald with

was an

finished up and went to find Joy, she found the pair

practically spitting with passion. “After Leanne’s parents passed, the Richardson family didn’t care about her at all. It was only after that journalist’s story broke, afraid of looking

chimed in, conveniently forgetting her own father was one of