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.

was blasting, quickly warming her cheeks, but her bones

cold.

building to the hospital took half an hour,

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

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

her white coat, and was fastening the buttons when she suddenly asked,

find an answer.

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

as the president’s assistant, held a status and compensation equal to a vice president at ElitePinnacle. He could

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Curtis in securing major IPO projects, but this question was

almost broke on his forehead as he

you are certainly more beautiful than Ms. Wrigh

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

bordered on self-torment. “Then why does

more?”

Caleb was speechless.

“Actually, Mr. Richardson…”

out, heading straight for the elevator without looking back. Her slender figure, draped in the white coat, looked isolated and

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