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

Chapter 291

Curtis swiped his tongue over a molar, a sinking feeling in his gut.

Locking eyes with Leanne’s unimpressed gaze he reluctantly let her insert the digital

thermometer into his ear.

Once she saw the readout-104 degrees Fahrenheit, a full three degrees higher than the old mercury thermometer would show-her suspicion was confirmed.

Why had his fever not broken in three days? Because the thermometer was tampered with.

How could a perfectly good thermometer be off by three whole degrees unless someone messed with it?

Caught red-handed, Curtis leaned back against the couch with a resigned click of his tongue, “Busted.”

Leanne wanted to be mad, but somehow, she wasn’t surprised. Messing around like this was just so… Curtis.

She tapped the thermometer against him, “Enjoy the blacklist.”

When Caleb got the call, he wasn’t far from Golden Grove Manors. Turning around at the next intersection, he made his way back.

Curtis was slowly packing the last few days’ clothes and essentials into his suitcase.

Leanne watched as Caleb carried the luggage out.

Curtis put on his jacket, methodically fastening the buttons, his gaze lingering on her.

His eyes held a tumult of emotions, but in the end, he simply ruffled her hair, saying, “Mak sure to eat.”

his departure, after being such a pest about

closed, leaving the house in

living room, Leanne wasn’t

the oven

on the stove, the beef

greens already prepped and marinated, just needing a

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the golden-brown, fragrant sight

toast.

in the oven when she kicked him out.

next morning, Curtis arrived at the office, flipping through the latest due diligence report that had just been

of the day’s schedule, but Curtis’ attention was drawn to a

“Medicine,” Caleb said.

the desk to inspect

as needed. Do not take if

relief: Three times a day,

times a day…

tugged at his lips, “Leanne sent this?”

a moment before answering truthfully, “Your wife called this morning. Said you forgot your medication yesterday and asked me to

through Caleb than lift his blacklist

smile faded slightly, his gaze lingering on his

the glass walls, and Caleb felt

watched him for a moment before speaking.

WhatsApp accounts, one for work

correct, Mr. Richardson.”