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

Chapter 212

The complexity in Leanne’s expression deepened as she processed his words. “You really don’t have to do this,” she said, a touch of earnestness in her voice.

“I know I don’t. But everything I do is out of my own free will.”

“I haven’t finalized my divorce with Curtis yet. It might drag on for who knows how long. Keeping your distance might be better for you.”

“I never planned on getting between you two. That’s why I never dared to pursue you, not even brave enough to send you a single rose, fearing it might offend you.

Jeremy looked into her eyes with a seriousness that was palpable. “You really don’t have to feel any burden. Just think of me as a regular friend, that’s all. At the very least, don’t deprive me of the right to hold you dear, okay?”

Leanne was speechless, genuinely at a loss for words.

Jeremy raised his hand as if he wanted to gently touch her hair but hesitated and pulled back halfway, “Goodnight, Leanne.”

“…Goodnight.” Leanne felt like her, mind was a tangled mess.

Had she never met Curtis, perhaps Jeremy could have been a very good match.

A gentleman, attentive, knowing when to advance or retreat, always prioritizing her feelings.

Respect and care were precisely what she once yearned for.

the variable in

Leanne started walking back.

a chilling voice emerged from the side, “What a touching

figure perched on the edge of a flowerbed by the entrance.

voice it was, the panic that had risen to her throat subsided.

your mind?” she said, her hand clutching her chest

flowerbed, his figure nearly blending

you know, I’m a psycho.”

you doing sitting out here?” Leanne

pack of cigarettes from his pocket,

Chapter 212

“Enjoying the

dead of night

view?

and exquisite, tied with a ribbon, its transparent sides barely

remembered the grand fireworks display that had just

Christmas Eve, the same hospital entrance.

there was no snow, and they were

her face, seemingly mirroring the