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

Chapter 285

Leanne still had a bit of a cough, and after work one evening, she picked up a few pears, planning to steam them when she got home.

Exiting the elevator and turning down the corridor, she saw someone in front of her apartment door.

Curtis was sitting on a black suitcase, facing the corridor, seemingly waiting for her return.

His long legs stretched out casually, his head leaned back in a relaxed pose. Upon seeing her, his lips slowly curved into a smile.

Leanne was inexplicably charmed by his grin.

Looking at his leisurely demeanor, then at the suitcase he was sitting on, she paused, a hint of wariness in her expression.

“What are you doing here?”

Curtis didn’t speak but pulled her hand towards him. Leanne tried to wriggle free but couldn’t escape his grip, and he placed her hand on his forehead.

The heat under her palm startled her. “You have a fever?”

Curtis hummed in confirmation. “You passed the flu to me.”

His cheerful tone made it sound as if catching the flu was a stroke of good fortune.

Leanne was speechless. “And why are you happy about that?”

“What do

you think?”

Curtis had been feverish for half the day, initially at 101°F, and after measuring his temperature no less than ten times throughout the afternoon, he braved the climb to her door only when it reached nearly 103°F.

Afraid that anything less severe wouldn’t soften her heart enough.

Now, despite the throbbing pain in his head nearing explosion, his heart was setting off fireworks.

“Leanne, you have to take care of me.”

“Just go to the hospital.” Leanne’s tone was as cold as an iceberg, “Coming to me won’t make you any better.”

“It’s not the hospital that got me sick, why should I go there?” Curtis’ reasoning was a pile of nonsense, “Whoever spreads it, takes care of it.”

“I can drive you to the hospital.”

Curtis leaned his head on her shoulder, his voice muffled but unmistakably weak, “Leanne, I feel terrible. Show me some pity.”

Leanne bit her lip, pulling away, “Don’t-”

As she stepped back, Curtis, losing his support, began to slump forward. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Leanne, startled, instinctively caught him in her arms.

Her hands slid under his arms, wrapping around his back, pulling him into a full embrace.

Curtis seemed to have passed out, utterly limp his weight pressing down on her, nearly bringing her to her knees.

She couldn’t see his face and wasn’t sure if he was truly unconscious.

“Curtis?”

No response.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to lift him but her strength was no match for the weight of a

grown man.

The neighbor’s kid, who had been peeking from behind his door, chose this moment to emerge, only to quickly retreat and close his door when Leanne sought his help.

Taking a deep breath, she wished the situation was reversed, with Curtis falling ill first. Then, she could have sent him away without a second thought, to Jake, Caleb, or even

back to the Richardsons. Someone would have taken care of him.

But now she couldn’t bear to do it.

After he had taken care of her without asking for anything in return, both morally and emotionally, Leanne found it impossible to turn her back on him.

What a headache.

She managed to get Curtis inside and onto the couch, then went back for his heavy

suitcase.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, she took a temperature reading: 104°F.

That he’d come all this way instead of going to a hospital was beyond her.

She fetched a glass of water and some fever-reducing medicine.

Curtis lay on the couch, a hand over his eyes.

Rarely sick, he usually exuded an air of effortless grace. Now, his feverish vulnerability stripped him of that façade.

Leanne coaxed him, “Time for your medicine.”

Curtis opened his eyes, the high fever reddening them slightly.

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He downed the medicine but didn’t take the water glass, choosing instead to drink from

her hand.

Leanne, thinking it easier than arguing, let him be.

He took his time, leisurely drinking the entire glass from her hand.

Leanne fetched a blanket, suggesting, “You should take off your suit.”

Curtis looked at her, a playful curve to his fever-bright eyes, “I wouldn’t mind you taking advantage of me. After all, you’ve been eyeing my body for quite some time. But I’m too weak right now, maybe you could help?”

Leanne turned and walked away, “Then sleep in your clothes.”

His low chuckle followed her as he sat up to remove his suit and loosen a few shirt

buttons.

Her pillow carried her scent, a gentle, calming floral, cool yet comforting.

Curtis wanted to surrender to sleep in that softness but couldn’t bear to miss a moment.

He watched as Leanne changed into cozy home clothes, saw her nibble on a pear while cooking, and smiled at her mix-up with the recipe.

She was adorable.

Realizing she’d added the beef too late, she shrugged it off; at least it would cook through. Everything, including the mushrooms, yams, and carrots, went into the pot.

She thought about the cycle of care and responsibility.

There’s no free lunch, the benefits of care are always repaid in kind.

Curtis was her responsibility now.

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