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

Chapter 209

After dinner, everyone headed back to their stations, and Leanne was bustling around as

usual.

Once she had sorted out the new patient, she made her way back to the office, with just over ten minutes to go until midnight.

Joy called her, keeping up with her tradition of ordering Leanne a birthday cake every year, and this year was no exception:

The birthday present had been delivered to Leanne earlier.

She went downstairs to collect it, wished the delivery guy, who had braved the late hour, a Merry Christmas, and carried the cake back upstairs.

“I wanna be the first to wish you a happy birthday! Don’t you dare hang up, okay? If you’re busy, just put the phone down for a bit.”

fishing

Lately, Joy had been spurred into action by Selina. “That little goofball Selina was fish around a few days ago, asking if your birthday was on Christmas Day. She definitely. planned to call you right on the dot, but she didn’t count on me being one step ahead, hehe!”

It was almost midnight, and usually, the hospital’s patients would be resting, leaving the building in a tranquil silence.

But today, with fewer people around, spirits were unexpectedly high. To Westerners magic of “Christmas Eve” alone is enough to lift spirits.

it’s like they’re put on hold for

hear the sound of Christmas’ celebrations from the hospital room mixing with Joy’s infectious

it’s like a wake-up call, was feeling sleepy, but

awake.”

hand and birthday cake in the other, she spotted

turtleneck sweater, exuded an air of elegance and calm, turning

a gentle

cake in his hands.

slowed her steps.

lot as Curtis parked his car, picking up the custom-made cake from the passenger seat.

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beautiful pink butterfly cake.

with layers of

dusted in gold.

resembled the tender petals of a blossom or the delicate wings of

early by half an hour, thinking that showing up now might annoy Leanne, interrupting her work.

against his car and fishing out a pack of cigarettes. from his

then hesitated, stuffing the cigarette back into the pack and tossing it back

before his time in Emberland Country, but it had picked up over the

had a keen sense of smell; once, after dining with colleagues, she ended up washing her hair three times to get rid of the