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.

in her life that

Leanne started walking back.

a chilling voice emerged from the side,

stepping back, only to see a dark figure perched on the edge of

panic that had risen to her throat subsided.

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

lazily on the flowerbed, his figure nearly blending into

you know, I’m a psycho.”

sitting out here?” Leanne frowned.

cigarettes from his pocket, drew one, and

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emotionlessly, “Enjoying the

in the dead of night on Christmas

view?

him, tall and exquisite, tied with a ribbon, its transparent sides barely revealing the shape of a pink

display that

the same hospital

was no snow, and they were no longer in love.

hair around her face, seemingly mirroring the turmoil