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

Chapter 210

Like a chain shackled to Joy’s ankle, no matter how far she ventured or how high she climbed, the end of the year always dragged her back to where she started, to face the

music.

It felt like an inescapable curse to Joy, circling back over and over again.

Leanne never asked her, and she never shared.

But in that moment, Joy saw the light.

“I’ve made up my mind, I’m not coming back next year!” she declared. “Wait for me, I’ll come back to you tomorrow!”

After hanging up, Leanne pocketed her phone and walked over to Jeremy Turner.

Having a friend show up with a birthday cake in the middle of the night, especially on Christmas Eve, was no small gesture. It weighed on Leanne.

“Really, you didn’t have to come, especially not at this time. You should be partying with. your family.”

“I’ll only stay a bit, no worries. My mom heard you were on shift alone today and wanted to bring you some chicken pot pie. Selina couldn’t believe you had a lavish Christmas Eve dinner until she saw the photos.

Selina wanted to come too, but her house is full of kids tonight, all clinging to her, so couldn’t make it. She bought you the cake, and I brought the gift for her.”

Jeremy had a way of speaking that eased her concerns.

Leanne led him into the office, where Jeremy brought out the cake and lit the candles.

lighter, a hint of hesitation crossed his face.

past this part, Leanne was about to close her eyes and make a wish when Jeremy, with a fist to his nose, cleared his throat and began to sing in a stiff tone, “Happy birthday to you! Wave goodbye to all the troubles,

but burst into

it impossible for Jeremy to continue, embarrassment tinting

much of a singer. Was it that

laughing, shook her head.

usual derneanor clashing with the cheerful tune made for a comically dissonant

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me, said it’s the go-to birthday song these

the sight of her bright smile made him linger on her

expression.

his gaze, her smile gradually

outside broke the silence, with people rushing through the

doctor’s instincts, hurried out to see what was

pouring out of their rooms, some heading for the elevators, others

in vain to manage the crowd, Leanne asked,

across the river, and they want

yelled at a patient wrapped in bandages from eye surgery, being helped by a relative, “Bed 18! You can’t even see

the large windows, and Leanne walked over, reminding everyone, “Take a look

her over, “Dr. Castillo, you’ve

a spot with a clear view of the Stonebridge

buildings were ablaze with blue and laser