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.”

was as cold as an iceberg, “Coming to me won’t make you any

not the hospital that got me sick, why should I go there?” Curtis’ reasoning was a pile

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shoulder, his voice muffled but

her lip, pulling away,

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

caught him in her

wrapping around his back, pulling him into a full embrace.

to have passed out, utterly limp his weight pressing down on her, nearly bringing

couldn’t see his face and wasn’t sure if

“Curtis?”

No response.

tried to lift him but her strength was no match for the weight of a

grown man.

behind his door, chose this moment to emerge, only to quickly

she wished the situation was reversed, with Curtis falling ill first. Then, she could have sent him away without a

to the Richardsons. Someone would have taken

bear to do it.

return, both morally and emotionally, Leanne found it impossible to turn her back on

What a headache.

get Curtis inside and onto the couch, then went

suitcase.

sweat, she took a temperature reading:

all this way instead of going to a

fetched a glass of water

couch, a hand over his

of effortless grace. Now, his

him, “Time for your

eyes, the high

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