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

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

villa was pitch black, not a single

the entrance to the living room flickered on one by one, illuminating the house, yet

laid out

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his chest

of, but the

figured Leanne must have gone to bed early, tired of

with her phone on mute, hence why she wasn’t answering. It all

sense.

tension in the back of his mind. Upstairs, the master bedroom was dark,

the switch by the door, the room lighting up to reveal an immaculately made

a wrinkle.

Leanne wasn’t home.

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

felt

something was

cat room. Leanne loved those kittens more

long as the cats were still

the room was barren. All the cat paraphernalia, the climbing frame, litter box, automatic feeder and

not a single playful kitten in sight, not even a speck of

to swell like a tide, an

trouble. Now they’d