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

Chapter 242

In the frosty temperatures of Stonebridge, the stream kept babbling along, hinting at some hidden insulation that kept it from freezing over and banishing the chill from the air.

The gardens showcased the seasons beautifully. Led through a courtyard adorned with bridges over the gently flowing water, they passed through several archways, each opening to a different kind of orchard. Instead of roses, these were full of varieties of apple and cherry trees, each section boasting its unique hue, from the deep reds of the Gala apples to the soft pinks of the cherry blossoms.

Dr. Yates couldn’t help but muse. “The wealthy can be so different. The nouveau riche often goes for ostentatious luxury, but those with deep-rooted family histories, whose wealth spanned generations, seek tradition and refinement. This Mr. Richardson’s background must be extraordinary.”

“There are some things that even a mountain of money can’t bag. Like this garden, an oasis of calm in the pricey urban sprawl, owning such a vast area here is no small feat. And to think, ninety percent of it is dedicated to these landscapes. There was no way the restaurant’s earnings alone could maintain such an extensive garden. It’s purely a playground for the rich.”

Leanne listened quietly, offering no comment.

The garden belonged to the Richardson family.

The Richardson family had an ancestor who was particularly fond of classic Lavero gardens, so the Richardson Manor was built to win her heart despite being far from the

east.

Their establishment, Alpine Elegance, though not as historically significant as the Richardson Manor, was constructed with a tranquil and refined charm.

Leanne often visited with Curtis, enjoying the local cuisine that reminded her of Lavero’s culinary delights.

Upon reaching a section blooming with green apples, a woman in an elegant dress ascended the steps and pushed open the ornately carved wooden doors, releasing a warm scent of spiced cider into the crisp air.

She paused outside, respectfully inviting them in.

Following Dr. Yates, Leanne entered, and the door closed softly behind her.

beautifully carved wooden

was there, leisurely enjoying a

the cider filled the room, and he lounged comfortably, like a

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over her, and a slight smile

you.”

a pleasure. I didn’t expect Mr. Richardson to be so young and handsome.”

compliment in return. “And Dr. Yates, you’re much younger than I imagined. I thought an expert of your renown would be at least sixty to have achieved

such stature.”

with smiles. “Oh, you’re too kind.”

aside, her face expressionless

charming Dr. Yates into feeling like they were long-lost friends,

to Leanne with exaggerated formality, Curtis said, “And

yes,” Dr. Yates remembered, hastily introducing them.

extended his hand gracefully. “I’ve heard much about you, Dr. Castillo.”

seconds before unwillingly shaking

Curtis subtly

could frown, he had

Yates was puzzled and asked, “By the

into a knowing smirk.

wondering what game he

soup, beef steak, shrimp, and Leanne’s favorite, a honey-glazed apple

meal, Dr. Yates dominated the conversation, with Curtis occasionally steering the topic toward Belinda’s condition, showing meticulous concern.

was sparing with her words as if speaking more than necessary would cost her.