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.

variable in her

around, Leanne started

the side, “What a touching

a dark figure perched on the edge of a flowerbed

was, the panic that had risen to her throat

mind?” she said, her hand clutching her chest from the shock.

sprawled lazily on the flowerbed, his figure nearly blending into the shadows of the night.

you know, I’m

sitting out here?” Leanne

pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes from his pocket, drew one,

Chapter 212

“Enjoying the night view.”

hospital in the dead of night on Christmas Eve to enjoy

view?

a box placed next to him, tall and exquisite, tied with a ribbon, its transparent sides barely revealing the

remembered the grand fireworks display that

Eve, the same hospital entrance.

and they

whipping Leanne’s hair around her face, seemingly