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

Curtis’ reasoning was a pile of nonsense, “Whoever spreads it, takes

you to

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muffled but unmistakably weak, “Leanne, I feel terrible.

lip, pulling away,

losing his

startled, instinctively caught him in her arms.

hands slid under his arms, wrapping around his back,

to have passed out, utterly limp his weight pressing

couldn’t see his face and wasn’t sure

“Curtis?”

No response.

but her strength was no match

grown man.

his door, chose this moment to emerge, only to quickly retreat and close his

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

to the Richardsons. Someone would have taken

she couldn’t bear

anything in return, both morally and emotionally, Leanne found it impossible

What a headache.

managed to get Curtis inside and onto the

suitcase.

drenched in sweat, she took

all this way instead of going to a hospital

of water and

lay on the couch, a hand

grace. Now,

coaxed him, “Time for your medicine.”

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