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?”

his legs and holding a cup of coffee. The once mundane chair seemed to transform under his

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

suspiciously as if he were a corporate spy sent by a

Curtis chuckled, leaning in to give the coffee

Leanne’s favorite. The cup was still

he intentionally rotated it so

she weren’t in the hospital, she

she had a

a policy against accepting gifts from

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tone., “I just ran into the delivery person

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

toward the coffee. It was too late before Leanne

away.

intern read it out

a sense of humor.”

Dr. Castillo,

had no choice but to own it. Otherwise, how could she explain a patient ordering her coffee with such

in the restroom just now.”

addressed Curtis as any other patient, “What’s the

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

but his serious demeanor convinced her to consider it. Perhaps he genuinely had an