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

they escorted him to his room and then left as quickly as possible.

alone in the

tie, and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He then pressed the space between his eyebrows, but it did

at the restaurant, for some reason, Antonio. had begun to feel

daily coffee and meeting minutes, to the big, like socializing during contract negotiations and preparing the banquet of the Kaufman family, he just didn’t feel

around him, but Antonio just felt that there

inconveniences in his life and work, she

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

dreams he couldn’t bring himself to speak of, where Grace didn’t call him that way.

him Antonio, and other times she called

dreams, they were

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

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a hot meal would be waiting. She would take his coat and sit

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

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

crucial role of his wife, he would first envision a variety of appearances and personalities before beginning to choose the right

the

resemble Grace.

for so long that her sudden departure caused him a sense of loss.

finally realized it wasn’t that he couldn’t forget Grace. The truth was,

yearning for her to come back and stay