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

Chapter 197

The clinic was always bustling, and Leanne had been seated most of the morning, barely finding a moment to quench her thirst.

After the last patient left, Leanne stood up, stretching her aching back and washing her hands, hoping for a brief respite.

She took a sip of water, finding it tasteless, and yearned for a cup of coffee to jolt her

senses awake.

The intern called out the next name in a young girl’s sweet voice, “Curtis!”

Leanne, who was mid-sip, nearly choked.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a man in a sleek suit with broad shoulders and long strides walked in as if he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine.

The intern was momentarily stunned, rechecking the name, “Curtis, right?”

In a light grey suit with a meticulously done blue diagonal-striped tie, Curtis’ pocket square peeked from his chest pocket, complementing his crisp white shirt, exuding the elegance. of a British gentleman.

A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Do I not look the part?”

The young girl quickly denied any confusion, her cheeks reddening.

Leanne set her glass down, frowning slightly. “What are you doing here?”

a cup of coffee.

the hospital to see the doctor, of course” he said

were a corporate spy sent by a rival hospital, he

eye,” Curtis chuckled, leaning in to give the coffee to

was a double-shot mocha with milk, Leanne’s favorite. The cup

it down, he intentionally rotated it so the label faced her.

glanced at it. If she weren’t in the hospital, she might have

had a

a policy against accepting

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you order this yourself?” Curtis feigned a stern tone., “I just ran into the delivery person and brought it

bought his story, regretted, “Dr. Castillo, I would have joined you for

eyes drifted toward the coffee. It was too late before Leanne could

away.

it out loud. “Mso

a sense of humor.”

fun. Dr. Castillo, I didn’t

choice but to own it. Otherwise, how could she explain a patient ordering her coffee with

in the restroom just

maintain her professionalism, she addressed Curtis as any other patient, “What’s the problem?”

a bit off lately,” Curtis confessed, “Sometimes, I can’t see

convinced her to consider it. Perhaps he genuinely had an issue