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.

Curtis furrowed his brow deeper,

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

was pitch black, not a single light on.

motion-sensor lights from the entrance to the living room flickered on one by

was still laid out on

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had been beating like a drum in his chest all the way, finally returned

but the sight of the untouched meal was a

false alarm. He figured Leanne must have gone to bed early, tired of

her phone on mute, hence why

sense.

mind. Upstairs, the master bedroom was dark, not

the door, the room

a wrinkle.

Leanne wasn’t home.

the walk-in closet. It was as full as

just felt emptier somehow.

the room, sensing something was missing but couldn’t

an inexplicable restlessness. He went back downstairs to the cat room. Leanne loved those kittens more than he

long as the cats were

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

in sight, not

swell like a tide, an

trouble. Now they’d vanished