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.

the sound of her voice. But as

it, responding every time it

mask. Leanne thought he

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She looked over.

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

“Why stop chatting?”

by his remark, Leanne

“Why not tell it about

She turned her face to the window, refusing to engage further.

with work and occasionally on call, bought an

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

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

unsolicited helpfulness led, predictably,

she found him at the sink, washing his hands, his arms flushed red.

her, Curtis asked, “Got any

his efforts, Leanne went

the familiar tube of allergy cream, a subtle shift in

checked the label, making sure it was

tried to sound serious,

for

inexplicably, turned a vivid red.

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were pursed tightly. Suddenly flustered,

onto a nearby table, advancing closer and

but Curtis

“Why the blushing?”

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earlier odd expression reminded Leanne of a previous and embarrassing moment in

she countered, “I’m

tomato. Don’t