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?”

cry from her earlier bravado. “I didn’t hear

Curtis couldn’t muster his usual disdain,

muttered a subdued, “Yeah… got

of bruises, quite the frightening sight, but she gave it a once-over and figured it was

a knee as puffed up as a loaf of bread

she nearly bumped into someone coming

Jennifer, and given the

“Mrs. Richardson.”

probably knew Leanne had moved out. Hearing the formal

jug for patients and showing up at the hospital at the same hour as Curtis, Jennifer was likely there to visit someone. Leanne casually asked, “Are

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someone?”

hurt her leg. I

hadn’t known Suzan was at the

not right for you to look after me. I’d feel guilty. If my mom found

scolding tone, “Will you lie down already? Does your wound