Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

In Capital City, the air was dryer than in Stonebridge, and Phillip had been sitting in the café for forty minutes, yet his arranged fiancée was nowhere to be seen.

He had flown into Capital City especially for this meeting, arranged by their parents, only to be left hanging.

Over the phone, Hamilton Watson's frustration was barely contained as he apologized profusely, "Phillip, I'm terribly sorry for the wait. I've sent someone to fetch her personally. She'll be there in thirty minutes, tops."

Thirty minutes later, with a fresh pot of coffee on the table, Tina finally made her entrance.

The café door slid open and in walked Tina, decked out in the most casual beige loungewear you could imagine.

Her features were striking, her complexion fair and unblemished, radiating the youthful clarity of a young woman. She wore no makeup, and on her feet were a pair of slippers.

Despite her casual attire, the elegance instilled in her from a family known for its meticulous upbringing was evident. She took her seat across from Phillip, her gaze sweeping over him with a measuring look. "Sorry, I was up late last night editing photos and overslept."

For Phillip, a man whose every minute was scheduled, being late to a formal meeting without explanation was certainly not something he admired.

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arms. "You've waited for over an hour.

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feet, shrugging. "You're not fussy, I

her unwillingness, clear

resting on his knee while the other held a coffee cup, he looked

back out?" Tina inwardly scoffed. "Who in the modern world

raised in luxury and accustomed to material comfort, contributing to

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to wait over an hour for me, and I have no right to refuse. Whether we're compatible or not, this marriage has to happen. But before we get engaged, I want to set some