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

Chapter 65

After four grueling days of academic conferences, Leanne and her medical colleagues landed and took a shared ride back to the city.

She was the last to board the van, not vying for the best seats like the others, which left her with the least desirable one.

It was the front passenger seat next to Mr. Marshall and the head of the medical department. The younger doctors always dreaded sitting with the higher-ups, but Leanne. had no choice.

The

e snow was falling harder than when they had left. Although the roads were plowed, their driver, a male colleague who knew how to work the room, slowed down to a cautious pace. He chatted up the two leaders in the back with great charm and wit. Leanne, on the other hand, stayed out of the conversation, sifting through important. messages on her phone.

Selina, whose eye surgery was a distant memory, still messaged Leanne daily. She must have been bored stiff in the hospital, always asking when Leanne would return.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“You didn’t get kidnapped, did you?”

“My eyes have been a bit uncomfortable these past few days. The internet says it’s postoperative effects. Is your medical skill up to par?”

The goading worked. Leanne, who typically ignored the nonsense, replied.

operation, so I had to remove your IQ. Check if you’re not intellectually challenged now.”

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you ? How about I book us a table at a new restaurant? You both are t’s rare for

Theo agreed to the

“Dr. Castillo, will you join us? You always skip the group s, but

found

a case I’m uncertain about. I’d like to discuss it

a top contender in ophthalmology, if not the best. Leanne,

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was at her age, intelligent

driver joked, “Indeed. Every eligible bachelor at the hospital would love to have

responded in kind, “Do you realize that’s almost an insult to a modern

the restaurant, Leanne and her colleagues entered just as

Grace exclaimed in surprise.