Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 331

Then he glanced towards the bedroom.

The other two were still sleeping.

"Don't worry, I won't go in."

For Curtis, just having her open the door was progress. He had already taken ninety-nine steps towards her and didn't expect her to take the final step. As long as she stood her ground and didn't run away, it was enough for him.

He handed her the breakfast he brought and said, “Eat something before you head to work.”

Leanne, her mouth full of toothpaste and unable to speak, just nodded.

Curtis never thought he'd see the day when just her accepting his breakfast would bring him such joy.

He reached out and pinched her freshly washed, soft cheek, smooth as silken tofu.

Not satisfied with just one pinch, he playfully tugged on her cheek. Leanne wanted to scold him but couldn’t open her mouth.

With one hand holding a toothbrush and the other carrying breakfast, she couldn’t free a hand to hit him. She tried to kick him, but her slipper came off.

She quickly stepped on the other slipper.

Curtis' mood that morning was brighter than the dawn outside. He smiled, bent down, and picked up her slipper to put it back on her foot.

“Better get back inside.”

Leanne carried the breakfast back, just after rinsing her mouth, only to see Joy with her messy hair, squinting sleepily as she drifted out of the bedroom, “Did I just hear the door?”

She’d be furious if she knew Curtis had dropped off breakfast.

Leanne kept a straight face: “I just picked up some breakfast. Want some?”

“Let me wash up first!”

Only food could wake Joy up that quickly. She washed her face in a flash and joined Leanne at the dining table.

They had a feast laid out: seafood chowder, shrimp spring rolls, juicy BBQ pork buns, tender rice noodle rolls, dim sum, and buttered pineapple buns... Quite a spread.

And three cups of coffee.

While still on the phone, he walked over, grabbed her wrist, and led her to the car, opening the door for her to get in.

Leanne started to speak, but he continued casually on the phone: “And the audit report and the controlling shareholder’s bank statements, if those aren’t ready, forget about going public. Just stay put.”

Leanne was in the car before she could tell him she had already ordered a Uber.

Never mind. She canceled the order and paid a three-dollar cancellation fee.

The car headed towards the hospital, the journey serene and spring-like. The boundaries Leanne had set with Curtis were slowly dissolving.

During the handover at the hospital, a colleague mentioned, “Patient in bed 17 was discharged last night.”

Leanne nodded, as nonchalant as if it were any patient’s discharge.

When it came to Suzan's situation, she wasn't really tuned in, only catching snippets from coworkers in another department while grabbing lunch a few days later.

The patient who had suffered severe burns from boiling water in the emergency department, from her neck down to her right shoulder and across her chest, had extensive skin damage and had been transferred to a military hospital specializing in burn treatment.