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.

of her voice. But as soon

had to keep talking to it, responding every time it meowed.

thought he was focused

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She looked over.

pressed the brake. Sensing her gaze, he glanced at her with the corner

“Why stop chatting?”

remark, Leanne

Curtis helpfully suggested, “Why not tell it about our wildly complicated love

turned her

could need. Leanne, busy with work and occasionally on call, bought an automatic feeder, a smart litter box, and other

the aisles, a veritable minefield of allergens

plentiful and heavy. Upon arriving at Golden Grove Manors, Mr. Curtis played the porter,

helpfulness led, predictably,

the cat and came out of the room, she found him at the sink, washing his hands, his arms

sight of her, Curtis asked,

Leanne went to

she noticed Curtis eyeing the familiar tube of allergy cream, a subtle shift in his expression.

she checked the label, making sure it was the

Curtis tried to sound serious, “Just remembered something.”

reached for the cream.

turned a

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tightly. Suddenly flustered,

nearby table, advancing closer and pinning her

Curtis pulled

“Why the blushing?”

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of a previous and embarrassing moment in Northwood when she had

countered, “I’m not!”

as a tomato. Don’t