Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 

Leanne e was ready to hit the road Friday night, but a last-minute emergency patient came in, and she was called in to assist. 

Joy and Selina didn’t hesitate. They went straight to her house, packed her bags, and drove to the hospital to pick her up. 

As Leanne climbed into the car, Selina craned her neck and batted her eyelashes. “Jeremy’s caught up in a meeting but will catch up later. Say it if you don’t want him there, and I’ll tell him to buzz off.” 

“Do I look like the tyrant of Stonebridge?” Leanne sighed. “He’s coming to support his friend. Why should I interfere?” 

“Girl,” Selina said, her voice dripping with earnestness, “people as kind-hearted as your often end up being used. But since he’s my brother, I’ll zip it.” 

Joy rolled her eyes. “Do you even know what ‘zipping it’ means? It’s quite literal. Close your mouth, and don’t let those words slip out. Not ‘say your piece and then add ‘I’ll zip it’ as a closing number.” 

Selina clung to Leanne’s arm with mock indignation. “Leanne, she’s bullying me again.” 

Leanne crossed her arms. “Oh please, you girls are not twelve years old. Cut me some slack, okay?” 

Selina was speechless. 

Grace’s Hot Spring Hotel was at the base of Echo Summit. 

As they arrived, Leanne couldn’t help but look up at the majestic mountain. 

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the slopes, contrasting with the shadow-covere snow that refused to melt. 

“Lost in thought?” Selina nudged. 

Leanne’s gaze returned to the present. “Just thinking the cooling-off period is almost. 

over.” 

Soon, she’d be officially divorced. 

Selina mock-celebrated with a fist pump. “Congrats, girl!” 

Leanne replied, “Thanks.” 

A bellhop hurried over to assist with their luggage, pushing a cart through a garden that looked like something out of an Eastern postcard, complete with a dusting of snow along the paths. 

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The trio entered the courtyard, where Joy teased the good-looking, fresh-faced bellhop. 

“Whoa, with looks like that, are you sure this place is above board?” 

The bellhop quickly reassured her. “Ma’am, our hotel is strictly professional. None of those shenanigans, I promise.” 

Joy feigned disappointment. “Well, that’s a bummer.” 

She exchanged a knowing look with Selina, and they snickered mischievously. 

“Jeez, you think this is some gigolo joint?” A familiar, carefree voice interrupted. “The kid’s not even of age.” 

That voice… 

Leanne turned to see several figures standing beneath the porch of the hotel, designed with a rich Kyoto aesthetic. The center figure stood out in casual attire, a relaxed departure from his usual business formality, as he looked over leisurely. 

Devin glanced around. “Where’s security when you need them? They’re letting all sorts of riffraff in here.” 

“How did you… guys,” Joy folded her arms, “My luck’s really in the dumps today.” 

That was the last thing Leanne wanted, speaking of a run-in with the past. 

Hands in his pockets as if by chance, Curtis drawled, “What a happy coincidence.” 

Leanne frowned, slightly repulsed, thinking, “Coincidence? My foot.”