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

Chapter 281

Leanne had never been the type to sneak around with boys, but now she was overwhelmed with the kind of guilt that comes from being caught in the act.

She grabbed her phone and headed back to her room, shutting the door behind her to face Joy’s intense scrutiny.

Leanne explained, “He knew I was sick, came over yesterday to take care of me.”

“Yesterday? So, he basically spent the night!” Joy’s mind was racing. “He stayed over,

didn’t he!”

She started pinching her own arm in disbelief.

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Leanne said. “I was so sick, I could barely move, nothing happened.”

Joy knew all too well how vulnerable being sick could make someone; her first love started just like that.

Back in Stonebridge high, she was hospitalized with a nasty case of gastroenteritis when a guy showered her with attention. She fell hard and fast, only to find out he was seeing a few other girls at the same time. His generosity of spirit was almost commendable, if it wasn’t so heartbreaking.

And Leanne, she already had deep feelings for Curtis.

blame Leanne; she was sick and weak, no match for Curtis’ charm. She blamed herself for not

no matter, it was a mistake any woman could make.

of dramatic frustration, Joy cooled down

later, she was knocking loudly on Leanne’s door, shouting,

emerged from her room, heading to

in the kitchen, wiped his hands and came forward. “She’s got

casually against it, looking every bit the relaxed homeowner in his dress shirt

he asked, “What’s up?”

he think he was, acting like the

wonder they didn’t stick that way,

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announced, “My darling, sorry I’m late!” aiming for a hug.

a flash, pulled Leanne towards him,

in his arms, shot Joy a look of outright disdain. “You’re covered in germs. Don’t touch

stickler for cleanliness, it seemed her flu was the lesser of two evils compared

Joy, Leanne frowned at

thrown her out, have I? That’s

Campbell, kindly wash your filthy hands before coming near our patient with her low