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

Chapter 82

Alan wore a pained expression, apologizing once more, “I’m really sorry, Ms. Wright. You came out of nowhere, I swear I didn’t see you.”

Curtis stormed out of the hospital room. As soon as he left, Suzan darkened her face.

“So are you saying I’m faking this drama?” she snapped.

Alan waved his hands frantically, “No, that’s not what I mean!”

He was new on the job, a decent driver but a bit green and reckless. It was his first time. chauffeuring Mr. Curtis while Jake was on break. Nerves got the best of him. Pulling out from the ElitePinnacle garage, he didn’t see Suzan, who was approaching Curtis’ car to say hello, and accidentally bumped into her.

Thankfully, the car wasn’t going fast, or the consequences could have been dire.

Curtis immediately scooped her up and rushed her to the hospital for a full check-up. Nothing serious, except Suzan’s knee needed stitches.

The incident wasn’t major, but it wasn’t minor either. Suzan was the heiress of the Wright family. Even a small injury was a big deal for them!

Alan spent the entire night on tenterhooks, convinced his job was on the line.

Curtis, donning his coat, strode out and dialed Leanne.

It was bizarre. She and Suzan had spoken over the phone just ten minutes earlier, and now Leanne was unreachable.

Curtis quickened his pace, his urgency mounting. He sprinted to the parking lot, flung. open the car door, started the engine, shifted gears, and floored the accelerator. The speedometer needle whizzed as neon lights zipped past the windows, reflecting off his grim face.

It was just his luck to hit every red light.

unanswered, Curtis furrowed his brow deeper, racing back to Crystal Cove Villas.

car, slammed the door, and took the front steps two at a time, pushing open the front door.

villa was pitch black, not a

room flickered on one by one,

laid out on the

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his chest all the way, finally returned to its normal rhythm.

been afraid of, but the sight

He figured Leanne must have gone to bed early,

phone on mute,

sense.

was a nagging tension in the back of his mind. Upstairs, the master bedroom was dark, not even the

flicked the switch by the door, the room lighting up to reveal

without a

Leanne wasn’t home.

full

felt emptier somehow.

the room, sensing something was

the cat room. Leanne loved those kittens more than he did.

cats were still

the room was barren. All the cat paraphernalia, the climbing frame,

in sight, not

to swell like a tide, an unsettling

joked those cats were trouble. Now they’d