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

Chapter 20

Leanne had never seen the boy, unsure if he was some guest’s mischievous child.

She thought it was an innocent mistake when the first squirt of water hit her, so she let it slide. But as she turned away, another jet soaked her through.

Whirling back, she saw the little rascal aiming a squirt gun at her, a devilish grin plastered. on his face.

Leanne frowned, “Do you know me?”

“Nope.”

“Then why are you blasting me with the water gun?”

“Because I feel like it!” he retorted, firing another shot at her. “Who said you could sit here?”

Leanne’s back was already half drenched, the chill of early fall making the damp cashmere cling coldly to her skin.

But she didn’t shed her cloak. She knew the kid would keep at it.

Rising to leave, the boy was relentless, aiming his squirt gun and chasing after her. “You think you can run?”

Most of the time, Leanne was a pushover. Having lost her parents at a young age, endured abandonment and bullying, and later been taken in by the Richardson family life under someone else’s roof was far from easy.

make a fuss, cry out, or seek supp well aware that no one would

something she usually avoided.

even the softest fruit will burst if

in her tracks and turned.

busily pumping his water

spoke in an even tone, “Because the pool water’s cold and a little. run might warm you up,

won’t fall in!” He continued his assault, making ‘doo-doo-doo’ firing sounds with his

around, spotting someone in the corridor below.

chatting, hands in pockets, his gaze drifting toward the

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expression tightened, her raised hand

lighter eager to light his cigarette. “I’ve had it assessed. This project could yield a return of at least

his company’s project with great flourish, while Curtis, lazily nursing his smoke, seemed

aren’t my business, Billy. You’ve got the

all the same, right? And with your stake in Vector

knitting as his

with the pretty ladies.” Curtis’ eyes