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.

sound of her voice. But as soon as she

talking to it, responding every time it

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

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She looked over.

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

“Why stop chatting?”

his remark, Leanne felt a bit silly.

of topics?” Curtis helpfully suggested, “Why not tell

a loss for words. She turned her face

and occasionally on call, bought an automatic feeder, a smart litter

accompanying her through the aisles, a veritable minefield of allergens for

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

led, predictably, to another

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

of her, Curtis

Leanne went to

familiar tube of allergy cream, a subtle shift in his

label, making sure it was the correct

sound

reached for the

ears, inexplicably, turned a

1

Suddenly flustered, she threw the tube

nearby table, advancing closer

but Curtis pulled her

“Why the blushing?”

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and embarrassing moment

countered,

Don’t lie to me.”