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

So, she started to loosen up.

Sometimes, she'd sit cross-legged; other times, she'd lie flat on her stomach; occasionally, one leg would be up on the couch while the upper half of her body sprawled across the carpet; and at times, she'd just start stretching into yoga poses while sitting.

Phillip's gaze would occasionally catch her in these odd shapes, always lingering for a few seconds before he silently looked away.

One night, deep into editing photos, her stomach rumbled with hunger. She thought of whipping up some food for a midnight snack, wandering the kitchen like a ghost, only to discover that Phillip didn't stock any of that stuff.

As she rummaged around, the lights flicked on, revealing Phillip in his navy pajamas, leaning against the wall, "What are you up to?"

"Just hungry, thought I'd make some pasta."

"Why not ask the maid?"

"It's too late; didn't want to bother her." It was supposed to be a simple task, but Tina hadn't anticipated the hurdles.

Rubbing her nose, she asked Phillip, "So, uh, how do you turn on the stove?"

After a brief silence, Phillip replied, "I'll do it."

He stepped into the kitchen, ignited the burner with ease, and Tina peeked over, trying to save face, "Wow, your stove even has a fingerprint scanner. Fancy."

with a methodical grace while Tina waited at the dining table, distracted by her

later, a plate of pasta was placed before her. Simple, but it looked good. Tina

drying his hands slowly, responded,

over patience, she took a bite too eagerly and

Phillip paused, "Too hot?"

really can't cook," Tina said,

No excuse from Phillip.

the end, they had to wake the maid

made Tina feel a bit closer

Phillip via text to bring her some snacks, to which his replies were

chatting more than usual one day, ending with Phillip

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the first time their conversation had spanned more than

her to a gathering

probably see them around, so might as well meet them

agreed, even buying a new dress for

rust-red cocktail dress

highlighted her figure, curls

shoulders. She steadied herself against the wall as she slipped into black strappy heels, looking

bothered with makeup when they first met. But