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. But as soon as she paused, it started meowing

to it, responding every time it

hidden by a mask. Leanne thought

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She looked over.

red light, Curtis slowly pressed the brake. Sensing her gaze,

“Why stop chatting?”

his remark, Leanne felt a bit silly.

Curtis helpfully suggested, “Why not tell it about our

was at a loss for words. She turned her face to the window, refusing to engage further.

a cat could need. Leanne, busy with work and occasionally on call,

through the aisles, a veritable minefield of allergens for him even with a mask.

at Golden Grove Manors, Mr. Curtis played the porter,

helpfulness led, predictably, to

found him

Curtis asked,

Leanne went to fetch the

it over, she noticed Curtis eyeing the familiar tube

the label, making sure it was the

tried to sound

reached for

ears, inexplicably, turned a vivid red.

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flustered, she threw the tube at him.

the cream onto a nearby

turn away, but Curtis pulled her back by the

“Why the blushing?”

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previous and embarrassing moment in Northwood

she countered,

tomato. Don’t lie