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.

quieting down at the sound of her voice.

to it, responding every time

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

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She looked over.

gaze, he glanced at her with the corner of

“Why stop chatting?”

remark, Leanne felt a bit

out of topics?” Curtis helpfully suggested, “Why not tell

her face to the window, refusing to engage

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

insisted on accompanying her through the aisles, a veritable minefield of allergens for him even with

arriving at Golden Grove

helpfulness led, predictably,

the room, she found him at the sink, washing

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

his efforts, Leanne went

familiar tube of allergy cream, a subtle shift

she checked the label, making sure

sound serious,

reached for

turned a

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tightly. Suddenly flustered, she threw the tube at

onto a nearby table,

tried to turn away, but Curtis pulled her back by the

“Why the blushing?”

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a previous and embarrassing moment in Northwood when she had applied cream to him.

countered, “I’m

a tomato. Don’t