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

Chapter 286
Leanne had just finished making dinner and came over to call him.
Burning up with a fever, Curtis had zero appetite but still mustered the strength to sit at the dining table.
Watching Leanne bring over the food and set up the cutlery felt like a blessing.
She made a comforting stewed beef, accompanied by a side of sautéed green beans.
Perhaps because the beef was thrown in without browning first, the taste was a bit off, but it was within what you'd expect from Leanne's usual efforts – perfectly edible.
Curtis didn't seem to notice, finishing the last bit of the soup from his bowl.
Leanne was a bit surprised. "You've got a good appetite."
"Eating your cooking is a blessing; how could not have a good appetite?" Curtis replied, a soft smile in his eyes, "I'll eat whatever you make. Am I good or what?"
Not only playing the pity card but also acting cute now.
After clearing the dishes, Leanne said with a poker face, "Tomorrow I'll borrow some dog food from the neighbors for you."
Curtis clicked his tongue. "You're treating me like a dog now?"
Leanne gave him a look that said you're reading too much into it. "Maybe you should just go be a stray."
Once she had cleaned up the kitchen, she found Curtis had changed into comfy pajama and had settled himself in her bed.
Since his arrival, he had been more obedient than Leanne had expected, hardly causin any trouble at all.
So, she let it slide and took her blanket to the couch.
Before going to sleep, she checked on Curtis again. He was sleeping deeply, the fever n
much reduced.
This was the stage when the body ached the most, yet he was surprisingly quiet.
She fetched some fever-reducing patches, placing them on his forehead and both sides o his neck, then carefully lifted his arm to apply a couple more under his armpits.
She thought about applying some on his thighs too, but decided against it for... reasons.
After ensuring he was covered up well, she turned off the light and left the bedroom.
Curtis, in a daze, felt a cool and soft touch, like drifting in a serene stream.
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It was comfortable, but the sensation soon left him.
In the dead of night, as Leanne slept on the couch, she felt unbearably hot, as if she were being roasted by a fireplace.
Instinctively wanting to move away but unable to, she dreamt she was a pigeon tied to a spit, roasting all night long.
Waking to her alarm, she tried to reach for her phone but couldn't move her
arms.
Slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted by Curtis' chiseled jaw.
Somehow, Curtis had squeezed onto the couch next to her, holding her tight.
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She remembered now; Curtis' arms were wrapped tight, like a strong cage.
No wonder the sensation of being bound in her dream felt so real, impossible to
escape.
Unable to get up, she frowned and shouted at him, "Curtis, let me go."
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Throughout the night, Curtis' feverish, m
muddled consciousness only
recognized the warm, sweet softness
in his arms as the missing piece of
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