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 as possible.

left alone in the

leaned against the sofa in 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 turmoil in his mind.

their last encounter at the restaurant, for some reason, Antonio. had

to the big, like socializing during contract negotiations and preparing the banquet of the

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

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

times of some absurd and fantastic adventures. In every dream, Grace was there, silently following behind him and calling

speak of, where Grace didn’t call him

him Antonio, and other times she called

those dreams, they were husband

helping him tie in the morning and giving him a parting kiss before he left for

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returned home in the evening, a hot meal would be waiting. She would take his coat and sit arm–in–arm with him at the

would lie in bed for a long time, recalling every

such dreams too often, sometimes he would zone out and start

first envision a variety

regardless of the process, the final

resemble Grace.

by his side for so long that

realized it wasn’t that he couldn’t forget Grace.

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