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.

his brow deeper, racing back to Crystal

out of the car, slammed the door, and took the

villa was pitch black,

from the entrance to the living room flickered on one by one, illuminating the house, yet it retained an eerie silence.

was still laid out

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beating like a drum in his chest all the way, finally returned to its

didn’t know what he’d been afraid of, but the sight of the untouched meal

kind of quiet before, a false alarm. He figured Leanne must have

her phone on mute, hence

sense.

there was a nagging tension in the back of his mind. Upstairs, the master bedroom was

switch by the door, the room lighting up

without a

Leanne wasn’t home.

closet. It was as full as ever, with no sign of

just felt emptier

the room, sensing something was missing but couldn’t figure out

to the cat room. Leanne loved those kittens more than he did. She wouldn’t

long as the cats were still there…

barren. All the cat paraphernalia, the climbing frame,

in sight, not even a speck of dust.

seemed to swell like

joked those cats were trouble. Now they’d vanished