Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 318

Curtis swept his gaze to the ground.

Suzan was as pale as a sheet, her face covered in blood, a shocking sight.

His lips tightened, his voice cold and devoid of warmth, "Don't worry. I'll sort this out for you."

Claudine didn't expect him to agree so readily and was momentarily unable to continue her tirade, yet she sensed something off in his tone.

Curtis smirked, "With such injuries, we should rush to the Emergency Room. You should care for your daughter."

Bystanders chimed in, "Exactly, with all that blood, Suzan needs to be bandaged up quickly."

In the hospital, medical staff quickly brought a stretcher and carried Suzan away.

Curtis didn’t even glance back as he turned around and grabbed Leanne’s arms, checking her over and making sure she was unharmed.

As the crowd dispersed and the restroom quieted down, Leanne broke the silence, "She fell on her own."

"I know," Curtis replied nonchalantly, his palm sliding down her forearm to her hand, "I'd be happier if you pushed her. It's better to bully than be bullied. I've got your back no matter what."

Such a morally questionable statement.

Curtis felt something hard in her palm, smooth and small.

His expression turned serious, "What’s this?"

Leanne, realizing the truth too late, instinctively clenched her fingers to pull away.

But it was too late.

Curtis forcefully pulled her hand back, lowering his head and prying her fingers open one by one.

A pendant revealed itself, lying in her palm.

A dense fog seemed to be wrapped around his heart, which was gently wiped away by a delicate hand, clearing the clouds to reveal a sunny sky.

Curtis pinched the warm pendant, a wave of emotions stirring in his chest, one wave higher than the next.

"I thought you had thrown this away."

Leanne looked away, "It’s valuable. Why would I throw it away?"

A laugh escaped Curtis as he was stirred by her words, "Little miser."

Leanne tried to retrieve it, but Curtis didn’t let go, bending down to pick up a small cat-themed pouch that had fallen. He placed the pendant inside, tightening it.

Leanne made a soft noise, all her resistance melting away under his dominance.

Fortunately, the kiss was brief like a quick and fierce storm. Curtis released her and stepped back.

Her delicate brows furrowed, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

Curtis ruffled her hair, his eyes holding back restraint, "You can go home now. Have Jake take you."

With that, he walked away swiftly.

Leanne stood alone in the quiet restroom, puzzled by the inexplicable kiss.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the restroom, the hospital corridor bustling with people. The daily scents of disinfectant and medicine pulled her back to reality.

She needed to quit daydreaming.

She instinctively put her hand in her pocket, touching something.

She stopped, pulling it out.

It was the pouch containing the pendant.