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

Chapter 51

Laura mumbled an incoherent response, her mind a haze of unanswered questions. Rumors were swirling like autumn leaves outside, and she had no idea who was stirring the pot.

Curtis, on the other hand, wasn’t looking for an answer.

“Since you’re living under this roof, you better figure out who’s the boss around here. Stop. worrying about the chatterboxes outside.”

Laura quickly piped up, “Well, that’s you, of course!”

Curtis chuckled and then said, “If the folks at my company were as slow on the uptake as you, they’d be out of a job.”

Laura was at a loss, her left hand clenching her right in a knot of nerves, “But aren’t you the boss?”

un around.

Curtis turned off the faucet, grabbed a mug, and glanced at her as he spun

“You’re here to take care of Leanne. It’s been three years. How have you not figured out who’s your boss?” he continued.

Laura stood frozen, bewildered by the exchange.

With his point made, Curtis left without another word.

His hint had hit home. The very next day, Laura’s demeanor towards Leanne changed dramatically.

Bright and early the next morning, as Leanne was about to head down to feed the cat, Laura dashed ahead of her. “Oh, let me do that You shouldn’t trouble yourself. If you get cat hair on you, Mr. Curtis won’t be able to come near you.”

Leanne shot back, “Maybe it would be better if he was allergic to death.”

it was laden with all of Leanne’s favorites.

Laura rushed

with a smile.

Once

I’ve made shrimp chowder

flavors. Which would you

owder, I guess.

served and Leanne was about to take a spoonful, Laura exclaimed, “Careful, it’s hot! Maybe I should

for words, deadpanned, “Or you could just

didn’t want you to burn yourself.” Leanne

on it.

had been starved of affection growing up, so she gave her heart freely to others. But once betrayed

would lose her trust forever.

luxury of a day off, a chance to relish her breakfast without rush.

came down, seating himself

chowder. During the meal, Curtis threw several glances her way. Leanne ignored them, leisurely

eating only half his bowl, Curtis stood up, straightened

interest, as if his comings and goings meant

she even looked up from her bowl, savoring the chowder with

“I

him, puzzled by his need

he went to Emberland, so why

outing?

a disinterested

Curtis prodded, “Aren’t you going to ask where