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

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

confidently. “My medical

minor cut, his fuss was over the top.

resembling a popsicle from the thick bandaging, Leanne unwrapped it

now we’re on a strawberry ration?” “They’re not for you. I cut them for Mary,” Leanne said,

beside Curtis, but they

taway

a point to come home early if they weren’t too busy. The dinner table wasn’t bustling, but everyone ate quietly. However, Mary’s sharp eyes noticed

again?” she glare Cus. “Did you bully Anne again?”

taking sides. I just got home, and how could I have bullied Leanne?” Curtis defended himself. “Why not ask

you, you probably deserve it!” Mary managed to say before she started to gasp for breath. Worried, Leanne quickly intervened, “We haven’t been fighting.

fine.”

“Really?”

her face a

together, hold hands, and look

that…” Leanne wasn’t keen on playing staring games with Curtis.

Mary wouldn’t have it. She got up, took them by the hands, and pulled them off their chairs, pushing them together, face to face.

nearer to Curtis and promptly