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

Chapter 289

“Next time you’re out for coffee with the girls, don’t forget to put in a good word for me.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Do I look like I have nothing better to do? You might not be embarrassed, but I sure am.”

“It’s up to you whether you want to save face or want a cute, adorable little granddaughter

more.”

Curtis said, “Well, if I can’t win Leanne back, I’m gonna shave my head and join Mary on a retreat to Mount Shasta, and then you’ll really have no one to turn to.”

Jennifer was so frustrated she felt like she was having a heart attack.

“How did I end up with a jerk like you?”

Curtis chuckled. “You’ll have to ask dad about that, not me.”

Just then, the front door opened, and Leanne walked in carrying a picnic basket.

Curtis, unfazed by how irritated Jennifer was, quickly hung up the phone. “Gotta go, my personal doctor is back.”

Leanne set the basket on the dining table. “The clinic was swamped this morning, got off work late. I grabbed some food from the hospital cafeteria for you, eat up.”

Seeing her about to leave right after she arrived, Curtis stopped her, gazing down at her with concern. “Did you eat at the hospital, or are you still mad at me?”

Leanne sidestepped him, “I’ve got to head back to work.”

lunch, yet made the effort to

tenderness inside. “Leanne, why do

choosing to ignore, glanced at the thermometer on the table and asked him, “Has your fever

without a trace resetting the

yet. I’ll take my temperature again after I take my

Leanne seemed unconcerned.

on time tonight. If I don’t make it back, the neighbor will bring you dinner. I’ve

won’t eat it,” Curtis declared. “I only

“You seem pretty lively now, so once you’re better, you should leave, stop loafing around

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face, weak and frail underneath?” Curtis leaned against the cabinet, the thickness of his skin astonishing, as he joked with

recover from the flu

expressionlessly. “Where

of eye contact, Curtis conceded with a smile, “Alright. I’ll leave once my fever’s

Only then

“Got it, Dr. Castillo.”

the medicine Leanne had prepared into the toilet and flushed it

to subside,

was so-so, certainly made by professional chefs. Compared to Leanne’s oddly flavored beef stew,