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 voice. But as soon as she paused, it

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

silent, his expression hidden by a mask. Leanne thought he was focused on driving until a soft chuckle came from beneath his

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She looked over.

gaze, he

“Why stop chatting?”

by his remark, Leanne felt a bit silly.

not tell it about our wildly

words. She turned her face to

occasionally on call, bought an automatic feeder,

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

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

unsolicited helpfulness led, predictably, to another

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

her, Curtis asked, “Got any cream?”

went

over, she noticed Curtis eyeing the familiar tube of

making sure it was

to sound

reached for

ears, inexplicably, turned a

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lips were pursed tightly. Suddenly flustered, she threw the tube at him.

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

turn away, but Curtis pulled her back by the waist.

“Why the blushing?”

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of a previous and embarrassing moment in Northwood when she had applied cream to him.

she countered,

a tomato. Don’t lie to