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."

Farleys had even flown in from

fairly good, enough to remember a man

Phillip lifted the lid, and with no further conversation from him, Tina headed back to her room to

had been spilled on at the bar, her clothes reeking of cocktails, so she ended

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Phillip replied. "I cooked too much.

a tempting dish of tomato and tuna udon, complete with a soft-boiled egg, sprinkled with seaweed and

looked so good,

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her doubts were quelled when Phillip placed two

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have mastered the art of cooking overnight,

bowl and sat back,

the bowls and headed back to the kitchen,

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