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?”

bravado. “I didn’t

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

a subdued, “Yeah… got

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

knee as puffed up as a loaf of bread and a bit sore, making Leanne shuffle along at a snail’s pace.

when she nearly bumped into someone coming

and given the

“Mrs. Richardson.”

Hearing the formal address,

the same hour as Curtis, Jennifer was likely there to visit someone. Leanne casually asked, “Are you here to visit

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someone?”

leg. I just came

Suzan was at the hospital.

after me. I’d feel guilty. If my mom found out, she’d have a fit.

turned with a seemingly scolding tone, “Will you lie down already? Does your wound not hurt?”