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.

usual disdain, “Next time, deal with your own battles.”

subdued, “Yeah… got it.”

it a once-over and

was broken. It was just a knee as puffed up as a loaf of bread and a bit sore,

got some medications and was on her way back when she

and given the circumstances, Leanne addressed

“Mrs. Richardson.”

out. Hearing

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 just came to check

hadn’t known Suzan

It’s not right for you to look after me. I’d feel guilty. If

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