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

his usual disdain, “Next time, deal with your own

subdued,

up, sporting an impressive array of bruises, quite the frightening sight, but she gave it a once-over and figured it was nothing serious. After wrapping up her tasks,

It was just a knee as puffed up as a loaf of

was on her way back when she nearly bumped into someone coming out of a private

Jennifer, and given the circumstances,

“Mrs. Richardson.”

had moved out. Hearing the formal address, she nodded

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

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someone?”

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

known Suzan was at

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

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