The Lies He Told Me 209

The late autumn rain soaked Antonio's face and seeped through his collar and cufls.

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

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

was left alone in

clothes, yanked off his tic, and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He then pressed the space between hist eyebrows, but it did nothing to calm the turmoil in his

Ever since

the restaurant, for some reason, Antonio had begun

big, like socializing during contract negotiations and preparing the banquet

came and went around him, but Antonio just felt that there was

to tion to the inconveniences in his life and work, she also frequently

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

she called him Antonio, and other times she

dreams, they were husband and

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

his work, she

he would send him

mumerous amusing stories and

When be returned

evening, a hot meal

would take his

arm-in-arm with

dinner table.

and

Antonio would lie in bed

dreams too often, sometimes he would zone out and start to imagine his

his wife, he would first envision a variety of appearances

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