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.”

red-faced manager stammered a promise to reprimand

chimed, set by Leanne to remind him

over to silence it. “That’s all,

a pillbox. Caleb hande it over without Curtis sparing

should take your medicine. Toughing it out

just the flu. Won’t kill

sentence, the sound

her with

snug under a blanket on the couch. His meticulously buttoned shirt was now undone at the top, his hair

from debonair

09:53

it caught Caleb

“nothing more to

the hint, “I’ll be off then,” exiting with the report deemed worthless.

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

inquired, “Feeling

was about to respond when she produced a mercury

a high fever for three days. If it doesn’t break, we’re going to the hospital.”