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

"I mean, it's not like I have to be head over heels for him to spend my life with him." Tina had a pretty pragmatic view of her arranged marriage. "As long as we share common interests, who needs endless conversations?"

"Just make sure you come back before the wedding," the man said. "Once you tie the knot, say goodbye to your freedom."

"Quit your yapping," Tina retorted as she closed the door behind her and made her way toward her room, pausing midway to turn towards the kitchen instead.

Seeing Phillip up and cooking was a surprise. "You're still awake?"

"Whipping up some late-night grub." Phillip's glance lingered on her for a barely noticeable moment.

She had changed her clothes.

"Aren't you usually in bed by eleven?" Tina reminded him, half-jokingly adding, "Maybe you should ask our maid for help. I wouldn't want you getting food poisoning on my watch." Phillip looked back at her, unamused. "Your friend?"

"What?" His question caught her off guard, but then she realized he must have overheard her earlier conversation. "Oh, that was Weston Farley, an old buddy of mine."

as thieves, and the Farleys had even flown

was fairly good, enough to remember a man from the Farley family who was

with no further conversation from him, Tina headed

the bar, her clothes reeking of cocktails, so she ended up buying

the shower, her hair wrapped in a towel, Tina went to grab a drink. That's when the aroma of Phillip's late-night snack wafted through the air, drawing her in like a fish to bait. "What are you making? It

"I cooked too

dish of tomato and tuna udon, complete

looked so good, Tina nearly

e

Hesitant at first, her doubts were

Let's give it

magic touch, and Phillip seemed to have mastered the art of cooking overnight,

bowl and sat back, her

and headed back to the kitchen, with Tina's gaze

pick things up this