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

Chapter 309

Jeremy was about to leave Harrington’s place when he turned around, his gaze colliding with hers across the bustling corridor. He froze.

It had been over two months since their last encounter. Their sudden meeting left them. initially speechless.

Leanne approached with a composed smile. “Here to see Mr. Wright?”

“My dad’s been swamped, so I’m filling in for him,” Jeremy replied with the ease of an old friend. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” she answered. Life hadn’t changed much in two months, nothing noteworthy at least.

Leanne asked, “When did you get back? Selina didn’t say anything.”

“Landed yesterday.” Jeremy’s tone carried a hint of frustration, “She was out all night partying. I wasn’t home when I left this morning.”

Their conversation was brief, void of the subtle tensions that marked their previous

encounters.

‘Next time we meet, treat me like a normal friend.’

They both seemed to have managed that.

“Are you heading out?” Leanne remarked, “Mr. Wright seemed uncomfortable after his medicines. I’ll check on him.”

As Jeremy was about to respond, a disheveled man hurried down the hallway carrying a

steaming teapot.

Passing by, he stumbled unexpectedly, veering towards Leanne.

The teapot toppled, its lid loose, spilling hot water that steamed up in white fumes.

Without a second thought, Jeremy instinctively yanked Leanne away.

She staggered, barely dodging the majority of the splash, but a bit of water still hit her

ankle.

The thin fabric of her spring pants soaked the heat instantly, scalding her skin.

The man mumbled an apology and dashed off, as if avoiding further confrontation.

The incident unfolded so quickly, Leanne barely had time to react.

Had Jeremy been a split second slower, the consequences on her skin would have been

severe.

09:05

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked, his voice laced with concern.

Regaining her composure and looking down at the puddle, Leanne thanked him, “I’m fine, thanks.”

Her words trailed off as she noticed another man approaching from the end of the

hallway.

The damp air from a rainy day seeped into the building, necessitating the lights even during the day.

Curtis strode towards them, his handsome face devoid of warmth, unreadable.

Jeremy let go of her immediately, but Curtis’ stormy expression indicated he had seen. everything.

His arrival today and encountering Leanne had been coincidental as the accident, yet

Curtis had witnessed it all.

Was it a coincidence or something more?

Perhaps alerted by the noise, the door to the sickroom opened. Claudine peered out, noticing Leanne in Jeremy’s grasp, she blurted, “What’s all this tugging about?”

“Mom, don’t talk like this,” Suzan intervened kindly, “Jeremy and Leanne are good friends. He’s been away and they haven’t seen each other in a while. Maybe they got a bit too

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Jeremy frowned.

Leanne’s cold glance swept over her. What she thought was an accident now seemed

suspicious.

If that whole teapot thing was on purpose, was the aim to burn her, or just to stir up some drama? Or maybe a bit of both?

If the water had hit, it could have injured her severely. If not, it still provided a drama for

Curtis to witness.

A chill ran down Leanne’s spine, pondering if this was Suzan’s scheme. Was it clever or just vile?

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