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

Chapter 64

Curtis lifted an eyebrow, “What’s the point of going home?”

Caleb choked for a moment. That was indeed a good question.

He shifted the conversation, “Look, we’ve all been running on fumes lately, tagging along with your marathon meetings. You’re full of beans, but the rest of us are burning the midnight oil to the point of going bald. We have thirty-year-old souls with the health of octogenarians. If someone drops dead from exhaustion, that’s gonna cost a pretty penny.”

All of Caleb’s smooth talk was learned from Curtis. Using it in front of the man himself felt like bringing a knife to a gunfight.

Curtis scoffed, “Do you think I can’t pick up the tab?”

That wasn’t exactly the point.

The secretary wasn’t wrong. Ever since Curtis got back from his trip, he’d been more demanding by the day. Caleb, having been by his side for years, had a knack for gauging his thoughts.

Caleb repeated to himself like a mantra, “For the sake of ElitePinnacle.”

Then, with a sense of resigned courage, he asked, “Mr. Richardson, are you afraid of confronting your wife?”

The sound of shattering in the CEO’s office sent a chill down the spines of the secretaries.

outside.

“It’s over. Caleb’s done for… Oh dear!”

Soon after th

and Caleb stepped

The

hist

swarmed him with concern,

a

a sigh of relief,

everyone’s been putting in a lot of effort

Tell them to go home and

ElitePinnacle. The place cleared out before the end of the day. en Curtis finally emerged from

rabbits,” Curtis grumbled upon seeing Caleb,

misfortune of catching a nasty cold the day before, so Curtis found himself driving

1/2

car around and

was toasty as spring with the heating

paused, calling out, “Leanne?”

his voice went unnoticed.

echo nearly answered him in the hollow.

his coat on the couch, he made a beeline for the master bedroom upstairs. Seeing Leanne’s clothes and personal items still there,

heard a few

open when the cats squeezed out, followed by a litter of kittens rushing past with their little tails bouncing, sniffing and climbing Curtis’