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

Chapter 300

The afternoon sky was a canvas of vibrant hues, with the sunset painting the glass facades of skyscrapers in brilliant strokes.

Caleb trailed behind Curtis as they exited the conference room and walked past the Human Resources office, where a few female employees were huddled around something, their whispers and giggles filling the air.

Curtis, ever so detached, glanced over, his steps suddenly veering towards the commotion.

The women, engrossed in their little circle, didn’t notice the approaching figures until Curtis’ shadow loomed over them.

He looked down to follow the line of their attention and spotted a tiny kitten, barely the size of a hot dog, hiding under the desk and scarfing down a piece of meat with desperate hunger.

“Since when did we start hiring cats?” Curtis’ calm and out-of-nowhere comment surprised the crew, making them all jump up as the kitty bolted for a corner.

“Mr. Richardson!” They exclaimed in unison, a mix of surprise and slight fear in their voices.

“Is this your doing?” Curtis’ expression was unreadable, sending shivers down their spines.

to defend themselves, one of the women explained, “It’s not ours, sir. It must’ve followed someone into the elevator from the street and found its way here.”

raised an eyebrow. “Smarter than

aware of Curtis’ allergy, intervened, “Let’s get it out of here. Mr. Richardson is allergic to

I please take it home after work? I’ve been feeding it for days, planning to adopt it. It always eluded me,

his gaze, yet for

twice, accepting a handkerchief from

the kitten, now a bundle of fur tucked away in fear, not understanding

a harsh rebuke, but Curtis, in a

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leniency, said, “Don’t let

she received a message from Caleb. Amy, having barely touched her lunch due to an urgent call from Ruben, was famished and

there, and we’ll have to wait at least

a protein bar from her drawer, “Have this for now.