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

Chapter 95

“Yeah, but no worries. You’re tough as nails,” Leanne declared with a bold defiance, “Besides, all the bad luck you’ve wished on me hasn’t done squat.”

She hadn’t finished her shift yet. Dropping that bomb, she was about to bolt when Curtis shouted, “Get back here!”

He grabbed Leanne’s arm, his gaze falling to her leg. “Where did you bang yourself up? You should get that checked out.”

Leanne yanked her arm free. “Don’t sweat it. I can handle myself.”

As Curtis watched her retreating back, her cold nonchalance stirred up a storm of annoyance within him, which oddly transformed into a soft chuckle.

“What a heartless woman!”

He looked away, only then noticing Selina, her wheelchair parked silently by the wall, trying to be as inconspicuous as a mouse, her eyes the only thing rolling about animatedly.

Curtis raised an eyebrow, “You still here?”

a far cry from her earlier bravado. “I didn’t

recently sided with Leanne, Curtis couldn’t muster his usual disdain, “Next time,

muttered a subdued, “Yeah…

the frightening sight, but she gave it a once-over and figured it was nothing serious. After wrapping up her tasks, she limped

was just a knee as puffed up as a loaf of bread and

back when she nearly bumped

was Jennifer, and given the

“Mrs. Richardson.”

moved out. Hearing the formal address,

as Curtis, Jennifer was likely there to visit someone. Leanne casually

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someone?”

hurt her leg. I just came to check on

known Suzan was

right for you to look after me. I’d feel guilty. If my mom found out, she’d have a fit. Pass me the jug. I can get water

a seemingly scolding tone, “Will you lie down already?