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

Chapter 46

Halfway through the conversation, Leanne’s words cut off abruptly as she heard at woman’s voice on the other end of the line asking, “Curtis, want some cherries?”

Curtis pulled the phone slightly away and replied with a dismissive “No thanks.” The woman on the other end seemed to say something else, but Leanne couldn’t make it out. Her head was buzzing with noise.

It wasn’t until Curtis’ voice became clear again on the phone that she was pulled back to reality. “Were you asking me something?”

There were a few seconds of silence.

“It’s nothing,” Leanne said, forcing a casual tone. “We’ll talk when you get back.”

She didn’t wait for Curtis to respond before ending the call.

The chill of late autumn penetrated her sweater, seeping through her bones. Her fingertips were so cold she could hardly feel them. Even hailing a cab on her screen felt clumsily difficult.

Perhaps it was the cold that made her tremble ever so slightly.

A black sedan pulled up in front of her, and Caleb leaned out from the rolled-down. window, “Madam, let me give you a ride back to the hospital.”

Leanne didn’t refuse. There was no sense in making herself suffer more.

the heat was blasting, quickly warming her cheeks, but her

cold.

half an hour, and Leanne was quiet

time in the rearview mirror. She was leaning back in her seat, staring out the window, lost

and killed the engine, he reminded her, “Madam, we’re

seat belt, slipped back into her white coat, and was fastening the buttons when she suddenly

find an answer.

with her buttons and looked up, a complex smile on “Am I

as the president’s assistant, held a status and

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IPO projects,

almost broke on his forehead

certainly more beautiful than Ms.

false. There were not many who could compete with Leanne’s beauty.

that so?” Leanne’s tone bordered on self-torment. “Then why does Curtis love

more?”

Caleb was speechless.

“Actually, Mr. Richardson…”

for the elevator without looking back. Her slender figure, draped in the white coat, looked

voice that had come from Curtis’ phone