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.

enough space during the operation, so I had to remove your

Selina was bri

emoji.

The

before firing back with a

table at a new restaurant?

agreed to

skip the group s, but you can’t turn down Marshall

found no room to refuse.

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

in ophthalmology, if not the best. Leanne, you should learn from him. He sees great potential in you.”

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than I was at her age, intelligent and quick-witted. She’s bound for

eligible bachelor at the hospital would

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

they arrived at the restaurant, Leanne and her colleagues entered just as Grace, an acquaintance, was leaving with her

exclaimed