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

Chapter 290

Caleb made his daily pilgrimage to Golden Grove Manors, lugging a hefty stack of documents for Curtis to review before carting them back to the office.

He had quickly adapted to the president’s new choice of workplace, now navigating the route like the back of his hand.

Twice a day, morning and evening, he’d show up at Golden Grove Manors, practically one step away from moving in.

Meetings had shifted to virtual sessions, the top brass of ElitePinnacle, always

impeccably dressed, would sit in their spotless conference room, staring at the screen showcasing their boss’ distinguished features.

Their never-say-die, workaholic president had been working from home for three days

now.

Lounging lazily on an off-white couch, with a vibrant, spring-themed painting hanging behind him, it was clear this wasn’t his usual style.

But even in relaxation, his work ethic hadn’t dipped a bit.

Flipping through a corporate due diligence report, he frowned, “Do you all work without a brain at work when I’m not there? If I see another report like this, don’t bother bringing it to me; just hand it directly to the janitor for recycling. Might fetch a penny or two.”

promise to

by Leanne to remind him to take his

over to silence it. “That’s all, folks. Meeting adjourned.”

his medication before work, neatly labeled in a pillbox. Caleb hande it over without Curtis sparing it a glance, tersely instructing, “Second door on the right. Flush

counsel, “Mr. Richardson, you really should take your medicine. Toughing it

“It’s just the

the sound of unlocking signaled Leanne’s return.

her with

to Curtis, who, moments ago, had been dismissive of his flu, now snug under a blanket on the couch. His

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caught Caleb

him a “nothing more to see here”

then,” exiting

sweater that accentuated her gentle grace, had her hair pinned up, leaving

and inquired,

respond when she

had a high fever for three days. If