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.

served three portions, “Let’s eat together.”

as a diamond. “Me, eat his cooking?

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 with other

utensils for

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

wiping his hands slowly, chuckled, “I thought you were tougher.”

serving the soup, looked up at him with

at me for?” Curtis’ mocking tone took a turn, adopting a falsely admiring one towards Joy, “It’s

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like you.”

Joy was speechless..

battle, Joy wanted to redeem herself by insisting on washing

had finished cleaning the kitchen until it shone, and came out hoping to claim. some credit and also to shoo Curtis away, the scene in the living room struck her like lightning.

offering Leanne a glass of warm

her medicine with.

feverish and aching all over, tried to self-massage

drastically when he spoke to her, “Back

merely hummed in

sat down beside her, his hand gently landing on her

she almost didn’t resist, but Leanne was coherent

enough now.