Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 11.

Mary wanted some fruit yogurt, so Leanne picked up the nest strawberries.

After all, her hands were more accustomed to surgical precision than culinary flair. Her knife skills had advanced at breakneck speed despite her struggles with cooking

temperatures and seasonings.

With meticulous care, she sliced the strawberries into uniformly thin pieces as if she were in the lab rather than her kitchen.

“Why don’t you thread them into a string and knit a strawberry sweater while at it?” Curtis joked. His voice startled Leanne behind the kitchen, where he had been leaning unnoticed. Her hand jerked, and the knife nicked her finger.

She hissed in pain, raising her finger to see a small cut.

Curtis was at her side in an instant, grabbing her hand. “You need to be more careful.”

“It’s your fault for sneaking up on me,” Leanne retorted, trying to pull her hand away.

“Stay still,” Curtis insisted, holding her hand firmly and calling for the maid to fetch the first aid kit. “Mary insisted I watch over you. Even cutting fruit can be dangerous, it seems. Maybe she’s worried the strawberries will eat you.

“What guilty conscience have you so jumpy that my presence scares you?”

The family’s medicine box was with all kinds of medicines, and Curtis rummaged through

quicker and cleaned her wound with it, followed by a swab of alcohol, and then wrapped it with several turns of

enough?” he asked confidently. “My medical skills are leagues beyond

cut, his

from the thick bandaging, Leanne unwrapped it

we’re on a strawberry ration?” “They’re not for

Curtis,

taway

dinner table wasn’t bustling, but everyone ate quietly. However, Mary’s sharp eyes noticed the tension between Leanne and Curtis.

silence? Did you two argue again?” she glare Cus. “Did

at you taking sides. I just got home, and how could I have bullied Leanne?” Curtis defended himself.

started to gasp for breath. Worried, Leanne quickly intervened, “We haven’t been fighting.

fine.”

“Really?”

face a picture

a bit skeptical and demanded proof. “Then stand together, hold hands, and look

no need for that…” Leanne wasn’t keen on playing staring

got up, took them by the hands,

nearer to Curtis and promptly turned her