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

it, responding every

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

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She looked over.

her gaze,

“Why stop chatting?”

by his remark, Leanne felt a bit silly.

topics?” Curtis helpfully suggested, “Why not tell

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

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

inexplicably leisurely, insisted on accompanying her through the aisles, a veritable minefield of allergens

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

helpfulness led, predictably, to another

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

sight of her, Curtis asked, “Got

his efforts, Leanne went to fetch

familiar tube of allergy cream, a subtle shift in his

up?” she checked the label, making sure it was the correct one.

to sound serious, “Just

for the cream.

inexplicably, turned a

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tightly. Suddenly flustered, she threw

darkened as he flung the cream onto a nearby table,

away, but Curtis pulled her back

“Why the blushing?”

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odd expression reminded Leanne of a previous and embarrassing moment in Northwood when

defensive, she countered, “I’m not!”

as a tomato. Don’t lie to me.”