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

for the saline solution, but Curtis was quicker and cleaned her wound with it, followed by a

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

his fuss was over the

finger resembling a popsicle from the thick bandaging, Leanne unwrapped it herself.

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,

sat beside Curtis, but they avoided eye contact.

taway

made it 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 the tension between Leanne and Curtis.

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

how could I have bullied Leanne?” Curtis defended himself. “Why

it!” Mary managed to say before she started to gasp for breath. Worried, Leanne quickly intervened,

fine.”

“Really?”

Leanne, her face a picture of sincerity.

“Then stand together, hold hands,

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

have it. She got up, took them by the hands, and pulled them off their chairs, pushing

want to get any nearer to Curtis and