Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 

Amy messaged on WhatsApp to ask about a patient’s status. By the time Leanne had texted back, Curtis was already rolling up his sleeves and heading into the kitchen. 

Dressed in a posh suit that seemed out of place amidst the homely kitchen atmosphere, his hands caught her attention-long fingers, veins subtly pronounced under the skin, extending down to his forearms. 

He deftly chopped the ingredients with finesse, his hands moving elegantly. 

Leanne curled back under her blanket, lulled into sleep again by the soothing, ambient noise of the simmering concoction. 

Sometimes, a gaze can feel tangible, warming. Slowly waking, Leanne’s eyes met Curtis’. 

He sat on the floor, chin rested on his hand, quietly watching her. 

Noticing her awake, he playfully pinched her nose, “Sleepyhead.” 

With a sore throat, Leanne wasn’t keen on talking. She pushed his hand away and sat up. 

“Thirsty?” Curtis offered her a cup. 

Taking it, Leanne was hit by a subtly sweet, herbal aroma, snapping her to alertness. 

Noticing her hesitation, Curtis said, “Same as yesterday. Saw you liked it, so I made some more. Taste it, is it better than yesterday’s?” 

Leanne hadn’t expected him to bring up yesterday’s drink. Asking would mean she c potentially giving him ammunition to tease her with. 

Given their current relationship, it was best not to ask. 

She sipped quietly, noticing a slight difference. Curtis’ batch was lighter; yesterday’s 

more sugar. 

“Did Suzan make it yesterday?” she asked. 

Curtis looked up, not denying it, and said with a hint of meaning, “She brought it over. Doesn’t mean she made it.” 

Leanne was taken aback. 

“Suzan’s showed up yesterday with an herbal aroma with her, it was the same I smelled an herbal dessert shop.” 

It was unexpected for Leanne. 

To think Suzan would present store-bought drinks as her own, how many masks was s wearing? Seemed like she didn’t love Curtis as much as she claimed. 

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Still, it wasn’t conclusive. 

“Maybe she had a meal there and decided to make you the drink afterwards.” 

Curtís smirked, “Silly, she doesn’t love me like you do.” 

Speechless, Leanne thought, “Who said anything about loving you?” 

“Besides, you’re sick. What matters is it works, doesn’t matter who made it,” he added casually. “Even if it were made by, let’s say, a fairy, you’d drink it.” 

Leanne retorted, “I don’t have the ego you do.” 

The idea of a fairy making her a drink was amusing. 

Curtis watched her, amusement in his eyes, “Jealous?” 

Jealousy meant she cared, despite putting up a cold front.