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

a long sigh of relief. Upon reaching the hotel,

was left alone

the sofa in his wet clothes, yanked off his tic, and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He then pressed the space between hist eyebrows,

Ever since

restaurant, for some reason, Antonio had begun to feel dissatisfied with

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

him, but Antonio just felt

life and work, she also frequently eared in his dreams

dream, Grace was there, silently following behind him and calling him Mr. Kaulinan There were also dreams he couldn't bring himself

called him Antonio, and other times

dreams, they were husband

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

his work, she

he would send him

mumerous amusing stories and

be

a hot meal

would take his

arm-in-arm with him

dinner table.

and

time he woke up from those dreams, Antonio would lie

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

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

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