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

Chapter 77

Chapter 77

When Leanne arrived at Joy’s corporate office with a lunch box, she found Joy with bags. under her eyes, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she drafted the 180th version of a project proposal.

Every so often, Joy would put her hands together in a pleading gesture, silently beseeching the heavens to curse her boss with a lifetime of celibacy.

Leanne’s visits had become routine. The moment Joy’s colleagues spotted Leanne, a wave of cheer washed over the dreary workspace.

“Is Hottie Anne here to feed us again?”

“She’s got some food for Joy.” Leanne set down the lunch box. Curious heads craned to get a peek.

Joy wheeled her chair over with lightning speed. As she opened the lunch box, the sound of clacking keyboards ceased.

“Oh man, why doesn’t a beauty ever bring me lunch?”

The chubby guy beside Joy twisted his face in mock despair. “Who’s the lucky devil that gets to marry such a gorgeous and caring wife? Do I even stand a chance?”

Leanne offered a smile. “Sure, you do.”

eyes lighting up like beacons.

housekeeper. She’s single and child-free. I

up if you’re interested.”

chubby guy was at a loss for words.

leader, spoon in hand, sauntered over. “Joy, have

hour ago!” Joy slurped the chowder defensively, hugging the lunch box close. “Hey! That’s too much. Have you

found herself accepting

“What are

out today and you could sit at her desk with a mask on. My boss has the observational skills of a potato and won’t

eyes. “Yeah, because I took the day off to

voice tinged with the stress of recent days. “I haven’t seen you in ages. You didn’t even answer my call last night. Where were

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was sleeping at that time,” Leanne replied, and then, on impulse, she wrapped her arms

meal and reciprocated the embrace, cooing, “Love you! I’m head over heels!”

patted her head. “I

just get together. When same-sex

she swung that way, do you think her

would stand a chance?

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