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

escorted him to his room and

alone

to the floor.

at the restaurant, for some reason, Antonio.

the big, like socializing during contract negotiations and preparing

him, but Antonio just felt

addition to the inconveniences in his life and work, she also frequently appeared in his dreams at night.

times of some absurd and fantastic adventures. In every dream, Grace

to speak of, where Grace didn’t call him that

him Antonio, and other times she called

those dreams, they were

act like a typical wife, helping him tie in the morning and giving him a parting kiss before he left for work. When

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

from those dreams, Antonio would lie in bed for

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

of his wife, he would first envision a variety of

of the process, the final

resemble Grace.

by his side for so long

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

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