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

Chapter 302

Curtis grabbed his car keys, hoisted the cat into the passenger seat, and said, “Let’s go. I’ll drive

you two.”

Leanne, remembering his previous disdain for the cat, couldn’t help but tease, “Are you not worried about it plotting your murder anymore?”

“How many grievances have you scribbled down against me in your world?” Curtis. chuckled, unabashed, “You’ll be disappointed, though. Before you arrived, we had quite the heart-to-heart and decided to bury the hatchet.”

He was shameless to the extreme.

Leanne replied skeptically, “Sure, except you’re allergic.”

Sneezing and coughing were the least of his worries. A severe reaction could even trigger allergic rhinitis or asthma, and he had broken out in hives before.

She reached out to take the cat, but Curtis, leaning against the car door, blocked her.

“What’s the matter, trying to break us up?” he accused with a stern look. “We’ve bonded, you cold-hearted woman.”

Leanne glanced at him expressionlessly and withdrew her hand, “Then you keep it.

Curtis didn’t flinch, “A kitten needs its mom.”

What a nonsense!

Leanne retorted, “You’re crazy.”

“I’m not even afraid of allergies. What are you scared of?” Curtis closed the door, then opened the passenger side for her, pulling her in.

“Don’t you think you should buy it some stuff? A cab driver won’t accompany you to a pet store.”

“Whatever you want,” Leanne gave up struggling and got into the car, “Just don’t come crying to me if you have an allergic reaction.”

The cat, frightened by the car ride, meowed incessantly from its carrier.

Leanne spoke to it softly and patiently.

at the sound of her voice.

to it, responding every time it

silent, his expression hidden by a mask. Leanne thought he was focused

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She looked over.

gaze, he glanced at her with the corner

“Why stop chatting?”

Leanne felt a bit silly.

helpfully suggested, “Why not tell it about

a loss for words. She turned her

pet superstore, they found everything a cat could need. Leanne, busy with work and occasionally on call, bought an automatic

insisted on accompanying her through the aisles, a veritable minefield of allergens for him even with a mask. Soon enough, his nose began to

arriving at Golden Grove Manors, Mr. Curtis played the porter, lugging everything

unsolicited helpfulness led, predictably, to another

found him at the sink, washing his hands, his

the sight of her, Curtis asked, “Got any cream?”

Leanne went to fetch the

Curtis eyeing the familiar tube of allergy cream,

making sure it was

Curtis tried to sound serious, “Just remembered

reached for the cream.

turned a vivid

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pursed tightly. Suddenly flustered, she threw the tube at

darkened as he flung the cream onto a nearby table, advancing closer and pinning

tried to turn away, but Curtis

“Why the blushing?”

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embarrassing moment in Northwood when she had applied

she countered, “I’m not!”

as a tomato. Don’t lie