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 reprimand his

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

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

it over without Curtis sparing it a glance,

really should take your medicine. Toughing it out might do

concern, “It’s just

his sentence, the sound

greeted her with a

moments ago, had been dismissive of his flu, now snug under a

had transformed from debonair to delicately unwell-a change so

09:53

it caught Caleb

shot him a “nothing more to

the hint, “I’ll be off then,”

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

and inquired,

respond when

fever for three days. If it doesn’t break,