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

Chapter 282

Dinner ingredients were all prepped and neatly arranged on the kitchen counter, vibrant green okra, sliced portobello mushrooms, and beautifully red cubes of steak… It all looked quite professional.

Next to the main cooking area, Joy was setting up another stove, getting ready to make some pasta.

Leanne didn’t quite understand why this culinary showdown had started in the first place. She had already started coughing, trying to convince Joy, “Stop it, he’s almost done.”

Joy whispered to her, “Just eat mine, don’t touch his.”

By the time she finished cooking and served it up, Curtis’ dishes were already beautifully presented on the table.

Sautéed portobello with seared steak, shrimp and tofu stew, blanched okra, stir-fried

asparagus…

Joy then looked at her pasta. Even though it had an egg, some beef, and mushrooms, making for a balanced diet, it seemed rather plain compared to Curtis’ flavorful dishes.

Even she wouldn’t choose her cooking over his dishes.

Her competitive spirit eventually lost to the hard reality of gastronomy.

Leanne was sick, after all. She deserved to eat something good.

“Forget it, just have his chicken soup,” Joy conceded, pushing the pasta towards herself to eat instead.

three portions, “Let’s eat together.”

diamond. “Me, eat his cooking? That’s

stew pot and placed it in the center of the table, lifting the lid. The aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the room, carrying with it a hint of coconut from the astragalus added to it, along

for a good

much for just the two of you, I’ll sacrifice

his hands slowly, chuckled,

up at him

Curtis’ mocking tone took a turn, adopting a falsely admiring one towards Joy, “It’s commendable to be flexible. She’s lucky to

1/2

09.53

Chapter 282

like you.”

Joy was speechless..

having lost the battle, Joy wanted to redeem herself by insisting on washing the dishes. Curtis didn’t argue, graciously letting her have

hoping to claim. some credit and also to shoo Curtis away, the scene in the

hour post-dinner, Curtis was gently offering Leanne a glass of

her medicine with.

aching all over, tried to self-massage her

tone softened drastically when he spoke to her, “Back

hummed in response.

beside her, his hand gently landing on her slender waist, “Let me

feverish and painful state, she almost didn’t resist, but Leanne was coherent

enough now.