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.”

ease with which he accepted his departure, after being such

closed, leaving the

the bedroom and the living room, Leanne

oven timer

stew simmering on the stove, the beef and

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

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was greeted by the

toast.

was still in the oven

through the latest due diligence report

a brief overview of the day’s schedule, but Curtis’ attention was drawn to a paper bag

“Medicine,” Caleb said.

desk to inspect the bag. Each

Do

relief: Three times a

Three times

smile tugged at his lips,

this morning. Said you forgot your medication yesterday and asked me

Caleb than lift his blacklist

slightly, his gaze lingering on his

sun streamed through the glass walls,

watched him for a moment before

have two WhatsApp accounts, one

correct, Mr. Richardson.”