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

Chapter 285

Leanne still had a bit of a cough, and after work one evening, she picked up a few pears, planning to steam them when she got home.

Exiting the elevator and turning down the corridor, she saw someone in front of her apartment door.

Curtis was sitting on a black suitcase, facing the corridor, seemingly waiting for her return.

His long legs stretched out casually, his head leaned back in a relaxed pose. Upon seeing her, his lips slowly curved into a smile.

Leanne was inexplicably charmed by his grin.

Looking at his leisurely demeanor, then at the suitcase he was sitting on, she paused, a hint of wariness in her expression.

“What are you doing here?”

Curtis didn’t speak but pulled her hand towards him. Leanne tried to wriggle free but couldn’t escape his grip, and he placed her hand on his forehead.

The heat under her palm startled her. “You have a fever?”

Curtis hummed in confirmation. “You passed the flu to me.”

His cheerful tone made it sound as if catching the flu was a stroke of good fortune.

Leanne was speechless. “And why are you happy about that?”

“What do

you think?”

Curtis had been feverish for half the day, initially at 101°F, and after measuring his temperature no less than ten times throughout the afternoon, he braved the climb to her door only when it reached nearly 103°F.

Afraid that anything less severe wouldn’t soften her heart enough.

Now, despite the throbbing pain in his head nearing explosion, his heart was setting off fireworks.

“Leanne, you have to take care of me.”

cold as

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her shoulder, his voice muffled but unmistakably weak, “Leanne, I feel terrible. Show me some pity.”

her lip, pulling

she stepped back, Curtis, losing his support, began to slump forward.

startled, instinctively caught him in her arms.

around his

pressing down on her, nearly bringing her to her knees.

see his face and wasn’t

“Curtis?”

No response.

lift him but her strength

grown man.

this moment to emerge,

breath, she wished the situation was reversed, with Curtis falling ill first. Then, she

would have taken care of him.

couldn’t bear to

he had taken care of her without asking for anything in return, both morally and emotionally, Leanne found it

What a headache.

to get Curtis inside and onto the

suitcase.

drenched in sweat, she took a temperature reading: 104°F.

he’d come all this way instead of

of water and some fever-reducing medicine.

a hand

an air of effortless grace. Now, his

“Time

the high fever reddening them slightly.

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