Chapter 277
Chapter 277
Leanne felt utterly drained, as if every ounce of energy had been sapped from her body. Even the effort
to tell him not to get too close, in case he caught whatever she had, came out as a weak, pained moan.
Curtis, seemingly oblivious or perhaps choosing to ignore her feeble protests, only held her closer. His
hand gently stroked her back, his voice low and soothing as heforted her.
Illness has a way of making one feel vulnerable, and Leanne wasn’t sure if it was Curtis’forting
words or the simple act of being held that helped ease her difort.
Her voice was barely a whisper when Curtis asked, “Where does it hurt?”
“My head… it’s throbbing,” Leanne managed to say between gasps.
Curtis’ fingers then carefully worked their way through her damp hair, massaging her scalp with a
practiced ease that was neither too gentle nor too forceful, just perfect.
Gradually, Leanne quieted down, the furrow in her brow smoothing out as she found sce in his
embrace, like a sheltered harbor amidst a stormy sea. She, the tempest-tossed vessel, had no choice
but to seek refuge.
When she awoke the next morning, her headache had subsided slightly, though her body felt heavy,
and her fever persisted, her throat even more sore than before.
The memory ofst night’s embrace lingered as she nced at the empty side of the bed
Had he left? Or was it all just a dream?
Just then, the door opened, and Curtis entered under her fixed gaze, asking if she wa for some
breakfast.
It was easy for Leanne to be swept up in the illusion that they were back in their cozy in Northwood,
surrounded by sweet, bubbly memories.
She noticed the subtle changes in Curtis’ features, a hint of maturity added to his gentl
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smile.
As Leanne reached for her slippers at the bedside, Curtis scooped them up and slipped them onto her
feet.
“Do you want me to carry you?”
“I’m just under the weather, not incapacitated,” Leanne retorted, making her way to the bathroom to
freshen up.
When she returned, breakfast was served.
Curtis had prepared theforting chicken noodle soup, the broth clear and the chick
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tender, devoid of any fishiness, smooth to the pte.
The side dishes were thoughtfully chosen for their soothing qualities – a soft scrambled egg, lightly
sautéed spinach, zhini stew, with diced apples and kiwi for a hint of
sweetness.
Her throat hurt so much, it felt like she was swallowing shards of ss, so she hardly ate
anything.
Curtis, dressed in a suit, was tying his tie as he mentioned he’d sorted her medication and would be
back from the office in about two hours.
Leanne stirred the soup idly, suggesting he needn’t bother returning.
Curtis nced at her, teasing, “You were all cuddlesst night, and now you’re turning cold? Do we
only exist to each other in the night?”
Speechless at his insinuation, Leanne spent the day wrapped in nkets, feeling as if termites had
hollowed out her bones, leaving them achy and weak.
After Curtis left for work, she ventured downstairs for a brief walk, hoping the fresh air would clear her
foggy mind, only to return more exhausted.
Settling on the couch with a nket, she tried to distract herself with dry, technical videos on her
phone, hoping they’d bore her to sleep.
Just as she was drifting off, her phone rang. Without looking, she answered, hearing Suzan’s
concerned voice, “Leanne, Curtis mentioned you’re unwell. Feeling any better?”
Leanne, face buried in the couch, eyes closed but mind sharpening, wasn’t in the moo pretense,
“What’s it you want?”
“Just wanted to see how you’re doing,” Suzan replied. “I made some herbal tea yester Curtis took some
to you, right? It was my first time making it, so I’m not sure how it tu out. Did you like it?”
So, the tea was from Suzan.
Leanne didn’t entertain the thought that Suzan had made it especially for her.
“You made it for Curtis, didn’t you?”
Suzan continued her charade of generosity, “Does it matter who drinks it, you or Curtis?”
Leanne retorted with a hint of sarcasm. “If it didn’t matter, why would you call to confirm
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