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

Chapter 288

After she left, Curtis finished his breakfast alone, getting himself a bowl of Mrs. Richardson’s special hot tea from the pot.

Without rushing, he snapped a photo first.

Devin had been bedridden with the flu for a few days, inadvertently resetting his body clock to Emberland time, waking up at the crack of dawn feeling utterly hopeless.

It had been years since he’d seen the morning. Even the gaming servers were deserted.

Bored out of his mind, he decided to scroll through his social media feed.

Just a couple of swipes in, his eyes widened, bringing his phone closer for a better look.

Curtis rarely updated his social media, and when he did, it was usually dull industry news, like a barely alive finance marketing account suddenly showing signs of life.

The latest post stood out like a sore thumb among a list of financial news updates. A seemingly ordinary bowl of honey fruit tea, captioned, “Mrs. Richardson’s Love in a Bowl”

After posting, Curtis tossed his phone aside and savored the sweet tea, oblivious to the stir his rare update caused among his friends.

Curtis found comfort in his solitude at home.

He browsed through Leanne’s collection of medical books, watched her favorite TV shows, and even arranged her vanity in order from tallest to shortest.

On the balcony, he watered the beautiful bougainvillea, possibly feeling the effect of the fever patch Leanne had applied the night before; his temperature had dropped significantly by noon.

Firstly, he suspected the ear thermometer was faulty.

Secondly, he was somewhat disgruntled by his robust health. Who was he supposed to impress by not being as weak as he felt?

It was then that Jennifer called.

Curtis answered with his usual laid-back tone, ‘What’s up?”

Jennifer expressed her concern, “Jake told me you caught the flu. Why didn’t you say anything? How are you feeling now?”

“As healthy as a horse. They should study me at the institute to find out what kind of antibodies I have,” Curtis replied, his tone light.

“Isn’t it good to be healthy?” Jennifer asked, “Did you see a doctor?”

“Yeah, I did,” said Curtis.

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Dr. Castillo was a doctor, too.

Unfortunately, Dr. Castillo was still upset about the morning and hadn’t returned home yet. Probably wouldn’t at all.

Standing by the window, Curtis looked down at the neighborhood. Though the buildings were old, the environment was pleasant, with lush greenery and clear breeze coming through the trees.

Jennifer reminded him again, “Don’t just focus on work all the time. You need to take care of your health.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I know,” Curtis asked, “How’s Grandma doing?

“The same as always. She’s been complaining about not being able to eat again,” Jennifer sighed, “She’s just being difficult. If she doesn’t see Leanne for three days, she starts acting up. And Leanne, she hasn’t said anything about coming to visit lately.”

“She was sick last week, just getting over it.”

“Leanne was sick too?”

“Yep,” said Curtis, “That’s how I caught it.”

Jennifer sensed the underlying message and frowned on the other end of the line, “What’s going on with you two right now?”

Curtis responded, “I’m in the ‘begging for forgiveness’ phase.”

His casualness gave Jennifer a headache,

“That post you made this morning, several people have asked me about it. And then there was Devin’s birthday, with what I heard was a heartfelt declaration. Now, rumors are flyi everywhere.”

“The news about you guys possibly divorcing had already spread, and now it’s all mudd again. You don’t seem to care about the embarrassment.”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Curtis shrugged off, “The more it spreads, the better. I want everyone to know I love her, covering up those old rumors with the truth.”

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