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Chapter 291
Chapter 291
Curtis swiped his tongue over a molar, a sinking feeling in his gut.
Locking eyes with Leanne’s unimpressed gaze he reluctantly let her insert the digital
thermometer into his ear.
Once she saw the readout-104 degrees Fahrenheit, a full three degrees higher than the old mercury thermometer would show-her suspicion was confirmed.
Why had his fever not broken in three days? Because the thermometer was tampered with.
How could a perfectly good thermometer be off by three whole degrees unless someone messed with it?
Caught red-handed, Curtis leaned back against the couch with a resigned click of his tongue, “Busted.”
Leanne wanted to be mad, but somehow, she wasn’t surprised. Messing around like this was just so… Curtis.
She tapped the thermometer against him, “Enjoy the blacklist.”
When Caleb got the call, he wasn’t far from Golden Grove Manors. Turning around at the next intersection, he made his way back.
Curtis was slowly packing the last few days’ clothes and essentials into his suitcase.
Leanne watched as Caleb carried the luggage out.
Curtis put on his jacket, methodically fastening the buttons, his gaze lingering on her.
His eyes held a tumult of emotions, but in the end, he simply ruffled her hair, saying, “Mak sure to eat.”
The ease with which he accepted his departure, after being such a pest about staying, was surprisingly refreshing.
The door closed, leaving the house in silence.
Wandering between the bedroom and the living room, Leanne wasn’t sure what to do with herself.
Just then, the oven timer dinged.
In the kitchen, she found a beef stew simmering on the stove, the beef and carrots tender and flavorful.
The pumpkin soup was smooth as silk, the greens already prepped and marinated, just needing a quick fry.
Opening the oven, she was greeted by the golden-brown, fragrant sight of a baked French
toast.
Curtis had made her dinner. It was still in the oven when she kicked him out.
The next morning, Curtis arrived at the office, flipping through the latest due diligence report that had just been delivered.
Caleb gave a brief overview of the day’s schedule, but Curtis’ attention was drawn to a paper bag on his desk, “What’s this?”
“Medicine,” Caleb said.
Curtis paused, dropping the report on the desk to inspect the bag. Each box was labeled:
For fever: Take as needed. Do not take if not feverish.
For sore throat relief: Three times a day, after meals.
For cough: Three times a day…
A smile tugged at his lips, “Leanne sent this?”
Caleb hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, “Your wife called this morning. Said you forgot your medication yesterday and asked me to pick it up.”
She’d rather go through Caleb than lift his blacklist status.
Curtis’ smile faded slightly, his gaze lingering on his overly efficient assistant.
The morning sun streamed through the glass walls, and Caleb felt a chill.
Curtis watched him for a moment before speaking.
“I remember you have two WhatsApp accounts, one for work and one for personal use.’
“That’s correct, Mr. Richardson.”
“Which one did you add Leanne on?”
“The work account.”
Curtis nodded, “Good.”
Caleb was puzzled.
Caleb said, [Good afternoon]
Leanne was out for lunch with Amy near the hospital, grabbing noodles when she received his message. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Her interactions with Caleb had always revolved around Curtis, strictly business, without a hint of personal chit-chat.
Their conversation history was always to the point, devoid of any emotional undertones.
His polite demeanor never included sending pointless greetings.
Leanne found it strange but replied out of courtesy, [Good afternoon. Is there something you need?]
Caleb: No [Cute]
Leanne put away her phone, completely baffled.
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