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.

never one to make a fuss, cry out, or seek

something she usually avoided.

even the softest fruit will burst if squeezed too

her tracks and turned. “Maybe you

didn’t catch her insinuation, busily pumping his water gun. “Why

the pool water’s cold and a little. run might warm you up, so you

fall in!” He continued his assault, making

spotting someone in

chatting, hands in pockets, his

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tightened, her raised hand retreating silently.

a lighter eager to light his cigarette. “I’ve had it assessed. This project

flourish, while Curtis, lazily nursing his smoke, seemed

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

on, Mr. Curtis, you and Mr. Phillip are tight. It’s all the same, right? And with your stake in Vector Vista, approving

as his attention fell on

“Ah, kids. Always horsing around with the pretty ladies.” Curtis’