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

Chapter 342

Caleb remarked, “Ms. Campbell and Ms. Turner bought three of everything, and they brought a lot back for your wife too.”

Men and women think differently. For instance, when Curtis shops, he rarely thinks of picking up something for Devin or Skyler.

And if they ever brought something back for him, his first reaction would be to critique whether it aligns with his tastes.

He was somewhat surprised, and with a light smirk, he commented, “The bond between those three girls sure is deep.”

Working the night shift is mentally draining. Fresh out of college, Leanne could handle a night shift and still be buzzing the next day, but these past few years, it’s been tougher to keep up.

Leanne finished handing off her duties to a co-worker and rubbed her sore neck as she walked out the hospital doors, head down, only to be stopped abruptly by a pair of black dress shoes in her path.

Too late to avoid them, she bumped straight into someone.

A strong arm caught her by the waist as Curtis leisurely voice came from above, “Not watching where you’re going? Aren’t you afraid of being kidnapped?”

Leanne looked up in surprise, “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you,” Curtis said, holding her closer.

His unexpected confession hit Leanne like a surprise toss of a ball, catching her squarely. “It’s only been a day; what’s there to miss?” She glanced around nervously, fearing familiar colleagues or patients might spot them.

“It’s been more than a day,” Curtis corrected. “One thousand one hundred fifty-nine days.”

Leanne paused, meeting his warm eyes. She silently calculated-three years and two months since their misunderstanding drove them apart until now. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

A pang

of emotion hit her, and she looked down at their overlapping shoes. After a moment, she looked up again, rising on her toes to plant a quick kiss on his lips, “Curtis, I’ve missed you too.”

His heart softened, and he was about to lean in for a deeper kiss when a passing woman, carrying come bagels and coffee, raised her hand in greeting, “Dr. Castillo, good morning.” Leanne quickly pushed Curtis away and stepped back, trying to appear composed as she

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responded, “…Morning.”

The woman’s eyes flicked to the striking man beside Leanne, thinking how handsome Dr. Castillo’s partner was. But as she met his cool narrow gaze, her smile faltered, and she hurried off with her breakfast.

Now fully awake, Leanne felt the awkwardness of their interrupted moment. Curtis, still irritable, tried to reach for her again, but she refused.

“We’re at the hospital; people will see.”

Fine. A lover who couldn’t be seen with friends or colleagues.

Curtis took Leanne to grab breakfast at a nearby diner, where she struggled to stay awake. After eating, they got into Jake’s car, the smooth ride and quiet interior lulling her back to sleep.

Leanne didn’t notice where they were driving until the car stopped, and she thought they were home. Stepping out, she followed Curtis by the hand into a strange underground parking lot.

She looked up at him, puzzled, “Where are we going?”

“To sleep,” Curtis said.

Thinking only of her bed, Leanne followed him obediently into the elevator, which took them straight to the top floor. They walked down a corridor lined with thick carpet that muffled their steps-awakening her slightly.

A hotel? What kind of sleep was he talking about?

Curtis’ steady steps led them to a door, which he opened with a key card.

With one hand on her shoulder, he gently pushed her into the room.

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