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 gauze.

asked confidently. “My medical skills are leagues beyond your

cut, his fuss was over the

from the thick bandaging, Leanne unwrapped it herself. “A band-aid would have

sliced strawberries. “Did our family go bankrupt unbeknownst to me and now we’re on a strawberry ration?” “They’re not for you. I cut them for Mary,” Leanne said, carrying the prepared yogurt away.

Leanne sat beside Curtis, but they

taway

they weren’t too busy. The dinner table wasn’t bustling, but everyone ate quietly. However, Mary’s sharp eyes noticed

you two argue again?” she glare

sides. I just got home, and how could I have bullied Leanne?” Curtis defended himself. “Why not ask if she’s been bullying

it!” Mary managed to say before she started to

fine.”

“Really?”

Leanne, her face a picture of sincerity.

bit skeptical and demanded proof. “Then stand together, hold hands, and look into each other’s eyes for a

Leanne wasn’t keen on playing staring games with

them by the hands, and pulled them off their chairs,

nearer to Curtis and promptly