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

around, Leanne started

emerged from the side,

got frightened, instinctively stepping back, only to see a dark figure perched on the edge

that had risen to her throat subsided.

she said, her hand clutching her

flowerbed, his figure nearly

you know, I’m a psycho.”

doing sitting out here?” Leanne

of cigarettes from his pocket,

Chapter 212

“Enjoying the

the dead of night on Christmas Eve to enjoy the

view?

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

the grand fireworks display that had just ended.

Christmas Eve, the same

there was no snow, and they were no longer in

whipping Leanne’s hair around her face, seemingly mirroring the turmoil