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

his room and then left as quickly

alone in

his wet clothes, yanked off his tie, and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He then pressed the space

restaurant, for some reason, Antonio. had begun to feel dissatisfied with

trivial, like his daily coffee and meeting minutes, to the big, like socializing during contract negotiations and preparing the banquet

but Antonio just felt that there was no one

his life and work, she also frequently appeared in his dreams

past, and at other times of some absurd and fantastic adventures. In every dream, Grace was

couldn’t bring himself to speak of, where Grace didn’t call

called him Antonio, and other times she

those dreams, they were

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

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home in the evening, a hot meal would be waiting. She would take his coat

up from those dreams, Antonio would lie in bed for a

too often, sometimes he would zone out and start to imagine his future

variety of appearances and personalities before beginning to choose the right

regardless of the process, the final

resemble Grace.

his side for so long that

time 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 forget

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