I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 112

The late autumn rain soaked Antonio’s face and seeped through his collar and cuffs.

He stood there, rooted to the spot, watching the car disappear from his sight.

Before long, another car pulled up. Morton, umbrella in hand, rushed over to shield Antonio from the rain.

Antonio raised his head and glanced around, his thin lips pressed tightly together. Then he headed towards the roadside.

Inside the car, the heater blew warm air in his face, gradually dispelling the chill from his body.

His rain–drenched clothes, however, still clung to his skin. They were damp and sticky, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Morton took out a set of clean clothes from the trunk, but Antonio didn’t even look at them. He just kept a straight face as he ordered the driver to start the car.

All the way, there was only the sound of breathing inside the car.

As they reached downtown, the streets grew busy. The driver braced himself to ask where they were going next.

However, after a long time, he still got no response from Antonio. He could only slow down the car and keep driving forward.

When even Morton was in a cold sweat, Antonio finally spoke, “Hotel.”

His two subordinates finally let out a long sigh of relief. Upon reaching

room and then left as quickly as possible.

left alone in the room.

his wet clothes, yanked off his tie, and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He then pressed the space between his eyebrows, but it did nothing to calm the

encounter at the restaurant, for some reason, Antonio. had begun to feel dissatisfied with everything he had done.

the big, like socializing during contract negotiations and preparing the

came and went around him, but Antonio just felt that there was no one to compare with Grace.

life and work, she also frequently appeared in his

the replays of their past, and at other times of some absurd and fantastic adventures. In every dream, Grace was there, silently following behind him and calling him

bring himself to speak

she called him Antonio, and other times she called him Darling.

were husband

he left for work. When he had a break in his work, she would

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waiting. She would take his coat and sit arm–in–arm

lie in bed

often, sometimes he would zone out and start

wife, he would first envision a variety of appearances and personalities before

of the process, the final image would

resemble Grace.

it was because she had been by his side for so long that her sudden departure caused him

passed, this feeling only intensified. He finally realized it wasn’t that he couldn’t forget Grace. The truth was, he didn’t want to

heart, Antonio had been yearning for her to come back and stay by his side.