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.

voice. But as soon as she

talking to it, responding every time it

by a mask. Leanne thought he was focused on driving until a soft chuckle came

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She looked over.

gaze,

“Why stop chatting?”

Leanne

not tell it about our

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

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

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

heavy. Upon arriving at Golden Grove

predictably, to another allergic

the room, she found him at the sink,

Curtis

went to fetch the ointment.

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

checked the label, making sure it was

sound

for

turned

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pursed tightly. Suddenly flustered, she threw the tube at

eyes darkened as he flung the cream onto a nearby

to turn away, but Curtis pulled her back

“Why the blushing?”

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a previous and embarrassing moment

defensive, she countered, “I’m

tomato. Don’t