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.”

stammered a promise to

nearby alarm chimed, set by Leanne to remind him to take his

to silence it. “That’s

medication before work, neatly labeled in a pillbox. Caleb hande it over without Curtis sparing it a glance, tersely instructing,

really should take your medicine. Toughing it out might do more harm than good to your body.”

“It’s just the

sentence, the sound

greeted her with a nod.

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

from debonair to delicately unwell-a

09:53

Caleb

shot him a “nothing more to

took the hint, “I’ll be off then,” exiting with the

coat to reveal a cozy turtleneck sweater that accentuated her gentle grace, had her hair pinned

inquired, “Feeling

respond when she

If it doesn’t break, we’re going