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?”

her earlier bravado. “I didn’t hear a thing, I

his usual disdain, “Next time, deal

a subdued,

swelled up, sporting an impressive array of bruises, quite the frightening sight, but she gave it a once-over and figured it was nothing

as puffed up as a loaf of bread and a bit sore, making Leanne shuffle along at a

on her way back when she

given the circumstances,

“Mrs. Richardson.”

Leanne had moved out. Hearing the formal address, she

hospital at the same hour as Curtis,

Chapter 95

someone?”

replied, “Suzan’s hurt her leg. I just came to check on her.”

Suzan was at the

you to look after me. I’d feel guilty. If my mom

scolding tone, “Will you lie down already? Does