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

him to his room

was left alone in

leaned against the sofa in his wet clothes, yanked off his tie, and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He

restaurant, for some reason, Antonio. had

socializing during contract negotiations and preparing the banquet of the Kaufman family, he

Antonio just felt that there

his life and work,

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

himself to speak of, where

called him Antonio, and other times she called him

they were

like a typical wife, helping him tie in the morning and giving him a parting kiss before he

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She would take his coat and sit arm–in–arm with

from those dreams, Antonio would lie

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

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

process, the final image

resemble Grace.

she had been by his side for so long that her sudden departure caused him a

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

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