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.

cat trusted her, quieting down at the sound of her voice. But as soon as she paused, it started meowing anxiously

it, responding every time it

stayed silent, his expression hidden by a mask. Leanne thought he was focused on driving until a soft

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She looked over.

brake. Sensing her gaze, he glanced at her with

“Why stop chatting?”

his remark, Leanne felt a

topics?” Curtis helpfully suggested, “Why not tell it about our wildly

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

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

minefield of allergens for him even with a mask. Soon enough,

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

predictably, to another allergic

room, she found him at the

sight of her, Curtis asked, “Got any

efforts, Leanne went to fetch the ointment.

the familiar tube of allergy cream, a

the label, making sure

sound serious, “Just

for the cream.

turned

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were pursed tightly. Suddenly flustered,

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

to turn away, but Curtis pulled her back

“Why the blushing?”

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odd expression reminded Leanne of a previous and embarrassing moment

she countered, “I’m not!”

a tomato. Don’t lie