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

Chapter 284

Halting mid-sentence, Joy wished she could smack herself in the face.

Had she lost her mind, actually defending Curtis?

“What am I even saying? Curtis must have poisoned me,” she gasped, clutching her throat dramatically. “The chicken soup is toxic! Help…”

Leanne collapsed into a fit of laughter on the couch.

All night long, Joy was glued to her phone, brows furrowed as she scoured through recipe blogs with a vengeance.

The next morning, she whipped up some chicken noodle soup, tossing in some spinach for good measure. It was deliciously aromatic.

As much as she resented Curtis leaving a lingering taste in her life, she slurped down the noodles and broth until the bowl was spotlessly clean.

After breakfast, Leanne got dressed for work.

“Going back to work after just a day and a half off? Are you sure you’re up for it?” Joy asked, hastily applying foundation. “I’ve already called in sick for today.”

“I’m fine, no fever anymore,” Leanne replied, wrapping a scarf around her neck and donning a face mask. “Dr. Chase caught the bug too, Donna’s kid’s down with pneumonia and needs care, and Sandra’s away on a course. Our department is short-staffed; I need to step in.”

The relentless pace of the hospital didn’t slow down for anyone. Despite not fully recovering her strength, Leanne found herself dizzy with fatigue after a day’s work.

over every evening to keep her

hadn’t shown his face since, and to prevent Leanne from feeling the absence, Joy pulled out all the stops.

Leanne barely ate anything anyway, her throat

water.

even skipped out on overtime at work, telling Austin over the phone, “Fire me if you

“You’re really bold

just flirt with him

couple of days, when her

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improve, she urged Joy to return to her own place.

in peak health, boastfully claiming that even the flu would have to take a detour

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to; he was afraid of

had failed miserably in Leanne’s eyes,

a legitimate reason to care for her,

dawn till dusk at the office, whether in meetings or meeting clients, exuding a profound sense

contentment.

occasionally massaging his Adam’s apple, thinking it

him some licorice tea.