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

Chapter 266

Waking up with a headache that felt like a marching band was playing in her skull, Leanne dragged herself out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed for work.

While sitting in her clinic, she occasionally massaged her temples and swallowed a painkiller, which only slightly eased the discomfort.

By noon, after a morning of back-to-back patients, she stepped out of her office just in time to hear the receptionist, buzzing with excitement about some snow. Leanne paid it no mind.

Heading to the cafeteria to grab lunch, she bumped into Selina, who seemed to have just snapped out of a daze.

Both she and Joy had partied too hard the previous night. Joy was so exhausted she couldn’t stop yawning.

“Surviving a night out and then working the next day. What a curse!” she lamented.

“Why don’t you sneak in a nap?” Leanne suggested.

Ms. Turner didn’t quite grasp the survival tactics of the working dead. Joy, unabashed, retorted, “With my stunning looks, the boss keeps an eye on me all the time. No chance for naps.”

Then, turning to Leanne, she asked, “When did you leave last night?”

“I’m drawing a blank.”

Leanne genuinely had no recollection of how she got home. That bottle of whiskey wa small, but mighty.

the ones who

cold and woke up at Devin’s place this morning.”

were sprawled out on the floor, and that idiot didn’t even bother to cover us with a blanket. I almost caught a

took you home,” Selina chimed in with a hint of jealousy in her voice. “Special

I passed out early,” Leanne

night, he probably didn’t even know his name, let alone be in any

chat, Leanne excused herself, only to be intercepted by Amy, bursting with excitement. “Did you see

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pork she had picked up was

gag. After

nonchalantly, “You’re finally hallucinating from overwork. There’s been no snow.

snow!

insisted, grabbing her arm and dragging

recent warm spell had coaxed the young and fashionable back into their light, vibrant outfits. Yellow forsythias

a season, the sight of a large snowman in the hospital courtyard was utterly incongruous.

might be a fake, part of some atmospheric decor, but their hospital wasn’t known for such

had passed. What was the point of a snowman now?

to find it was made of real snow.

curiosity. “Who in the world put it here? Where did they find snow this time of year? It’ll melt before

have no idea.”