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

Chapter 152

Leanne e was ready to hit the road Friday night, but a last-minute emergency patient came in, and she was called in to assist.

Joy and Selina didn’t hesitate. They went straight to her house, packed her bags, and drove to the hospital to pick her up.

As Leanne climbed into the car, Selina craned her neck and batted her eyelashes. “Jeremy’s caught up in a meeting but will catch up later. Say it if you don’t want him there, and I’ll tell him to buzz off.”

“Do I look like the tyrant of Stonebridge?” Leanne sighed. “He’s coming to support his friend. Why should I interfere?”

“Girl,” Selina said, her voice dripping with earnestness, “people as kind-hearted as your often end up being used. But since he’s my brother, I’ll zip it.”

Joy rolled her eyes. “Do you even know what ‘zipping it’ means? It’s quite literal. Close your mouth, and don’t let those words slip out. Not ‘say your piece and then add ‘I’ll zip it’ as a closing number.”

Selina clung to Leanne’s arm with mock indignation. “Leanne, she’s bullying me again.”

Leanne crossed her arms. “Oh please, you girls are not twelve years old. Cut me some slack, okay?”

Selina was speechless.

Grace’s Hot Spring Hotel was at the base of Echo Summit.

As they arrived, Leanne couldn’t help but look up at the majestic mountain.

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the slopes, contrasting with the shadow-covere snow that refused to melt.

thought?”

present. “Just thinking the cooling-off period is almost.

over.”

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fist

Leanne replied, “Thanks.”

luggage, pushing a cart through a garden that looked like something out of an Eastern postcard, complete with a dusting of snow

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the courtyard, where Joy teased the good-looking, fresh-faced

that, are you sure this place

is

feigned disappointment. “Well, that’s a

with

some gigolo joint?” A familiar,

That voice…

The center figure stood out in casual attire,

you need them? They’re letting all sorts of riffraff in

folded her arms, “My luck’s really in

speaking of a run-in with

if by chance,