Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

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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.

her, quieting down at the sound of her voice. But as soon as she

had to keep talking to it, responding every time it

driver’s seat, stayed silent, his expression hidden by a mask. Leanne thought he was focused on

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She looked over.

light, Curtis slowly pressed the brake. Sensing her gaze, he glanced at

“Why stop chatting?”

remark, Leanne felt a bit

out of topics?” Curtis helpfully suggested, “Why not tell it about our wildly complicated love

for words. She turned her face to the window, refusing

work and occasionally on call, bought an automatic

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

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

helpfulness led, predictably,

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

the sight of her, Curtis asked, “Got any

went to fetch the

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

label, making sure it

to sound serious, “Just

reached for the cream.

ears, inexplicably, turned a

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tightly. Suddenly flustered, she threw the

he flung the cream onto a nearby table, advancing closer and pinning

but Curtis pulled her back by

“Why the blushing?”

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embarrassing moment in Northwood when she had

she countered, “I’m not!”

tomato. Don’t