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

Chapter 283

“Jerk?” Curtis merely raised an eyebrow at the accusation, taking the scandalous title in stride. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Compliment? You wish! How dare you flirt with her right in front of me? Do you think I’m invisible?” Joy fumed, her anger reaching boiling point.

She was about to explode. Meanwhile, Curtis remained calm, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he turned to Leanne. “She accuses me of flirting. Tell me, Leanne, have I seduced you?”

Leanne felt like a king lost in the beauty of his court, while Joy was the loyal advisor, tirelessly offering wisdom.

Her headache intensified.

Luckily, she wasn’t too out of it. Pushing Curtis aside, she took the broom Joy was holding.

“Isn’t it getting late? Shouldn’t you be heading back?”

Joy immediately shook her head.

Having witnessed Curtis’ charming tactics firsthand, she couldn’t leave Leanne alone with this man. Who knows what might happen if they were left alone?

“I’m not leaving. I’ll stay with you tonight!”

She gestured towards Curtis, suggesting, “Make him leave. I can take care of you.”

Leanne turned to Curtis.

Their eyes met, and after a moment, he stood up, approaching with a thermometer. “Let’s check your temperature. If the fever’s gone, I’ll leave.”

As Curtis gently touched her ear to place the thermometer, his long lashes cast shadows on his focused gaze.

Leanne stood still, feeling her ear grow warm at his touch.

Joy, not wanting to interrupt the moment, stayed silent, her eyes darting between the two.

The thermometer beeped after a brief three seconds.

In those quiet moments, the stillness seemed almost superfluous among them.

Curtis withdrew his hand, but the sensation lingered on Leanne’s ear.

She rubbed it slightly. “98.6°F. I’m fine.”

Still a bit feverish, but a significant improvement from the relentless high fever of the day

before.

“Does your head still hurt?” Curtis inquired.

“No, it’s better now.”

“Don’t rush into taking a shower. Wait until you’re fully recovered. There’s chicken soup in the pot; you can have it with some bread tomorrow morning.”

Curtis walked to the door, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack and throwing it over his arm, then looked back at her, “I’m leaving.”

Leanne replied, “Okay.”

Curtis exited.

“He left just like that?” Joy was ready for a showdown but was surprised by his swift departure.

“Good riddance.”

Though Joy might seem a bit careless, she knew how to take care of someone sick as Jong as she put her heart into it.

She prepared a hot water bucket with a medicinal packet for Leanne. “Soak your feet in this. It’ll help bring the fever down faster.”

“You should sleep in the other room,” Leanne suggested. “Don’t catch what I have.”

“That won’t do. What if you feel worse at night? I won’t hear you.”

Joy had come prepared to risk catching the illness, refusing to let the quality of care drop the moment Curtis left, lest it make him seem even more indispensable.

“Curtis can do it, so can I. I might not be as good at cooking as him, but I can learn.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Leanne knew her too well. “I know you’ve never been a fan of cooking. Don’t push yourself.”

Yet, Joy’s competitive spirit was far from quenched. Hearing this, she immediately retorted, “As if Curtis is a fan of cooking. He’s just trying to impress you…”

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