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 company.

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

irredeemable, Leanne barely ate anything anyway, her throat feeling as though she was swallowing

water.

overtime at work, telling Austin over

astounded. “You’re really

him for nothing? Of course,

Joy’s efforts, and after a couple of days,

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urged Joy to return to her own

had stayed with her for three days and remained in peak health, boastfully claiming that even the flu would have to take a detour

Golden Grove Manors again.

he was

in Leanne’s eyes, without even a chance for a redo.

for her, he lacked any excuse

time from dawn till dusk at the office, whether in meetings or meeting clients, exuding a

contentment.

a tickle in his throat, occasionally massaging

some