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

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

alone in

his tie, and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He then pressed the space between his eyebrows, but it did nothing to

some reason, Antonio. had begun to feel dissatisfied with

socializing during

felt that there was no one to compare with Grace.

in his life and work, she also frequently appeared

of the replays of their past, and at other times of some absurd and fantastic adventures. In every dream,

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

she called him Antonio, and other times she

those dreams, they were husband and wife.

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

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hot meal would be waiting. She would take his coat and sit arm–in–arm

he woke up from those dreams, Antonio would lie in bed for a long time, recalling every detail.

sometimes he would zone

the crucial role of his wife, he would first envision a variety of

regardless of the process, the final image would inexplicably

resemble Grace.

first, Antonio thought it was because she had been by his side for so

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

yearning for her to come back and stay by his side.