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

Chapter 313

After dropping Leanne off at her house, Curtis lingered at the doorstep, feigning formality, “May I come in?”

Before Leanne could respond, her cat scampered out from the living room to greet them

with a meow.

“Well, since you’re inviting me so earnestly,” Curtis joked, stepping gracefully over the

threshold.

Leanne rolled her eyes. “You are fearless, aren’t you?”

At this point, the cat was pretty much Curtis’ secret operative. Without it, he wouldn’t even get past the front door.

Familiar with the place, Curtis found himself a mask in the hallway, “Don’t worry. I’m already on allergy shots and got one just yesterday.”

Allergy treatments were a long haul, typically spanning two to three years. For someone with a cat allergy like his, it wasn’t necessary for everyday life, but he went through with it

anyway.

Leanne felt a tad powerless trying to shoo him away now.

hands, and headed to

“What’s for dinner?”

Leanne replied distractedly.

in the washer, and vacuumed the cat

Curtis cooking in the kitchen. To many, the elusive Mr. Curtis seemed above

was, in casual chic, blending effortlessly with the

white shirt. The cat, loyal to its benefactor,

piece of salmon with the cat and prepared a mix of chicken and egg yolk for it.

and Leanne were well-fed by the

feeling slightly guilty, took

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the cat? Show me the

shitting,” Leanne looked

giggled mischievously. “Little kitties

the little

Joy went back to her

had prepared a bath, adjusting the water to just the right temperature, calling out to her,

nightgown, thought indignantly that she wasn’t incapacitated.