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.

compliant, never one to make a fuss, cry out, or seek supp well aware that no

something she usually

fruit will burst if squeezed too many times.

and turned.

brat didn’t catch her insinuation, busily pumping

shawl damp, spoke in an even tone, “Because the pool water’s cold and a little. run might warm you up, so you don’t cramp up if you fall

continued his assault, making ‘doo-doo-doo’ firing sounds with his mouth.

spotting someone in the corridor below.

his gaze drifting toward

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expression tightened, her raised

was fussing with a lighter eager to light his cigarette. “I’ve had it assessed. This project could yield a return of at least 200%. It’s a foolproof investment.”

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

at Vector Vista Bank aren’t my business, Billy. You’ve got

Curtis, you and Mr. Phillip are tight. It’s all the same, right?

knitting as his attention fell on the poolside

Billy chuckled, “Ah, kids. Always horsing around with the pretty ladies.” Curtis’ eyes narrowed with a frosty glint. “Your son?”