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

Chapter 292

Spring was in full bloom, with the scent of flowers growing more intense each day, and daylight stretching longer into the evenings.

Leanne clocked out early, and Joy and Selina were once again crashing at her place for

dinner.

Joy arrived with a heavy nasal voice, immediately looking for a thermometer: “Let’s see if my fever’s gone down.”

Leanne saw her grabbing the ear thermometer and was about to stop her, but Joy had already taken her temperature.

“Holy mackerel! 108 degrees! Am I gonna kick the bucket?”

Leanne quickly took the thermometer, replacing it with a new one she’d purchased, “This

one’s busted.”

After retaking her temperature, it read 101.3 degrees. Joy clutched her chest, shaken: “What the heck is up with this thermometer? Almost gave me a heart attack.”

“She’s got the flu, too,” Selina sighed, shaking her head. “The three musketeers of Stonebridge, all down for the count.”

“Did I get you sick?” Guilt washed over Leanne.

Joy was evasive, avoiding eye contact. “I’m fine…”

Leanne understood.

still batting her mascara-thick lashes, got distracted by a pastry Leanne handed her: “Drop it, let’s

dinner, Leanne settled on the sofa to skim through some newly published academic papers. Joy, feeling under the weather, groaned while resting

Selina frowned, “What’s

Leanne asked.

her phone over. “This news piece my friend shared. The Richardson and the Wright families were seen dining at the Fulton Mansion,

jerked

actually tabloid gossip. Somehow, paparazzi had snapped photos from an

her parents were clearly

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side, only Jennifer appeared

certainty that the Wrights intended to marry their eldest daughter to Curtis Richardson, a top bachelor of Stonebridge, rumored to have divorced his previous wife. The relation between the two families was described as long-standing and friendly, making this marriage

did show both parties seemingly enjoying a cheerful

photo briefly before returning her focus to her

two were

only

probably not his idea,”

Suzan, why bother tampering with thermometers and haunting her with his

no worries, I’ve got a keen eye for jerks. Thinks he can

Leanne just sighed.

pinged with

texted: [Good evening]