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

Chapter 288

After she left, Curtis finished his breakfast alone, getting himself a bowl of Mrs. Richardson’s special hot tea from the pot.

Without rushing, he snapped a photo first.

Devin had been bedridden with the flu for a few days, inadvertently resetting his body clock to Emberland time, waking up at the crack of dawn feeling utterly hopeless.

It had been years since he’d seen the morning. Even the gaming servers were deserted.

Bored out of his mind, he decided to scroll through his social media feed.

Just a couple of swipes in, his eyes widened, bringing his phone closer for a better look.

Curtis rarely updated his social media, and when he did, it was usually dull industry news, like a barely alive finance marketing account suddenly showing signs of life.

The latest post stood out like a sore thumb among a list of financial news updates. A seemingly ordinary bowl of honey fruit tea, captioned, “Mrs. Richardson’s Love in a Bowl”

After posting, Curtis tossed his phone aside and savored the sweet tea, oblivious to the stir his rare update caused among his friends.

Curtis found comfort in his solitude at home.

TV shows, and even arranged her vanity in order from tallest to

the beautiful bougainvillea, possibly feeling the effect of the fever patch Leanne had applied the night before; his temperature had

the ear thermometer was

was somewhat disgruntled by his robust health. Who was he supposed to impress by not being as weak

then that Jennifer called.

answered with his usual

caught the flu. Why didn’t you say anything? How

a horse. They should study me at the institute to find out what kind of antibodies I have,” Curtis

Jennifer asked, “Did you

I did,” said

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Castillo was a doctor, too.

about the morning and hadn’t returned home yet. Probably

at the neighborhood. Though the buildings were old, the environment was pleasant, with lush

reminded him again, “Don’t just focus on work all the time. You need to

asked, “How’s Grandma doing?

able to eat again,” Jennifer sighed, “She’s just being difficult. If she doesn’t see Leanne for three days, she