Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 342

Caleb remarked, “Ms. Campbell and Ms. Turner bought three of everything, and they brought a lot back for your wife too.”

Men and women think differently. For instance, when Curtis shops, he rarely thinks of picking up something for Devin or Skyler.

And if they ever brought something back for him, his first reaction would be to critique whether it aligns with his tastes.

He was somewhat surprised, and with a light smirk, he commented, “The bond between those three girls sure is deep.”

Working the night shift is mentally draining. Fresh out of college, Leanne could handle a night shift and still be buzzing the next day, but these past few years, it’s been tougher to keep up.

Leanne finished handing off her duties to a co-worker and rubbed her sore neck as she walked out the hospital doors, head down, only to be stopped abruptly by a pair of black dress shoes in her path.

Too late to avoid them, she bumped straight into someone.

A strong arm caught her by the waist as Curtis' leisurely voice came from above, “Not watching where you’re going? Aren’t you afraid of being kidnapped?”

Leanne looked up in surprise, “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you,” Curtis said, holding her closer.

His unexpected confession hit Leanne like a surprise toss of a ball, catching her squarely.

“It’s only been a day; what’s there to miss?” She glanced around nervously, fearing familiar colleagues or patients might spot them.

“It’s been more than a day,” Curtis corrected. “One thousand one hundred fifty-nine days.”

Leanne paused, meeting his warm eyes. She silently calculated—three years and two months since their misunderstanding drove them apart until now.