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

Chapter 312

Leanne was nonchalant as she remarked, “Don’t you need to visit your future father-in-law?”

“Did he tell you in a dream asking for me?”

The elevator was crowded, and others glanced over. Curtis, undeterred, teased about deceased Joseph with a flippant tone, “I just visited his grave for Memorial Day. How come he’s more clingy than you?”

Leanne bit her lip, irritated. “Shut up.”

Curtis, sensing he had pushed her to the brink, surrendered with a smile, “Okay, I’ll zip it. Don’t be mad. Even that kid over there is watching you.”

The child who had been sneaking peeks quickly turned away.

Exiting the building, the rain was relentless, casting a gloomy gray filter over the world, water pooling on the ground.

As Leanne stepped out, Curtis pulled her back gently, “Watch your step with that injury.”

“I’m not made of glass, you know.”

Pulling her hand from his, Leanne opened her umbrella and walked straight into the rain.

Standing outside the hospital, she waited several minutes for her ride. The driver called, stuck in traffic due to the rain, and canceled.

In just that short time, the slanting rain had soaked her pants.

under the onslaught of the rain, and a black Bentley sat quietly underneath.

the car, umbrella in hand, and walked towards her.

covered her with his large umbrella, took hers, folded it, and

me a cold shoulder in the car too. No need to punish yourself in this

odd but persuasive.

pants, stopped resisting and let him lead

tapped rhythmically against the car window, leaving snaking

scent of the car’s fragrance filled

in a bubble of

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graves on

her a clean towel, nonchalantly

wouldn’t want to see me,

on Memorial Day. Leanne

falling inside her too, droplets rippling across a lake,

moment, Leanne

wiping the rain from her pants, careful not to touch her

just once a year,

that was kinda

down

slightly, calmly asking,