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

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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.

was blasting, quickly warming her cheeks,

cold.

building to the hospital took half an hour, and Leanne was

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

the hospital’s underground lot and killed the engine, he reminded her,

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

find an

looked up, a complex smile on “Am I prettier, or is Suzan?”

most trusted aide, although only titled as the president’s assistant, held a status

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securing major IPO projects, but this question was beyond his ability

forehead

more beautiful than Ms.

compliment wasn’t completely false. There were not many who could compete with Leanne’s beauty.

that so?” Leanne’s tone bordered on self-torment.

more?”

Caleb was speechless.

“Actually, Mr. Richardson…”

finish, Leanne had already opened the car door and stepped out, heading straight for the

voice that had come from Curtis’ phone earlier was unmistakable. It