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.

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

something she usually avoided.

even the softest fruit will burst if squeezed too

and

pumping his water gun. “Why should I

tone, “Because the pool water’s cold and a little. run

won’t fall in!” He continued his assault, making

around, spotting someone

in pockets, his gaze drifting

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her raised hand

his cigarette. “I’ve had it assessed.

with great flourish, while Curtis, lazily nursing his smoke,

Bank aren’t my business, Billy. You’ve

and Mr. Phillip are tight. It’s all the same, right? And with your stake in Vector Vista, approving a loan is just

knitting as his attention fell on the poolside

around with the pretty