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.”

accepted his departure, after being

leaving the

room, Leanne wasn’t sure what to

the oven

on the stove, the beef and carrots tender and flavorful.

soup was smooth as silk, the greens already prepped and marinated, just needing a quick

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was greeted by the

toast.

still in the oven when she

the office, flipping through the latest

attention was drawn to a paper bag on his

“Medicine,” Caleb said.

desk to inspect

needed. Do not

sore throat relief: Three times

times a

his

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

rather go through Caleb than lift his

slightly, his gaze lingering on his overly

morning sun streamed through the glass

a moment before speaking.

one for work and one for personal use.’

Mr. Richardson.”