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

Climbing into the car, Tina kicked off her rain-soaked shoes, letting her bare feet rest on the floor mat.

Her slender frame was enveloped in an oversized blazer as she slumped into the seat, appearing quite disheartened. Phillip pulled a cashmere throw from the backseat to dab at her damp hair.

The soft cashmere soaked up the moisture, causing her smooth hair to become slightly disheveled from the friction. It was clear that Phillip wasn't familiar with this sort of task, his movements awkward yet tender.

Tina glanced at him, her eyes clear as water beneath the tousled and damp hair strands.

The air in the car seemed to thicken with humidity between them, lazily drifting in the confined space.

"Do you have a dinner party to attend?" Tina asked, "It's okay that you need to leave early."

"It's fine," Phillip replied, without mentioning tonight's dinner was crucial for VectorVista's big project involving corporate partners and officials from the financial regulatory board. Tina wasn't sure if it was fine, but no woman disliked being a priority.

Her dress clung to her, soaked and uncomfortable, the hem dirty, a sensation she detested. She couldn't stand it for another moment.

She nestled further into Phillip's blazer, using its oversized form as a shield, and unzipped her dress.

Phillip only saw her fidgeting beneath the blazer, unaware of her struggle, until a wet bundle of fabric was tossed aside, which was her dress. Slipping her arms through the blazer sleeves and using her dress's belt to cinch it at the waist, she fashioned it into a makeshift dress.

Feeling his gaze, she turned, facing Phillip's deep, enigmatic eyes.

"What?" she said, feigning anger to cover her discomfort. "The dress was wet. It was uncomfortable."

"Hmm."

emotionless as he

car drove into the underground garage, stopping near

masculinity of the black blazer contrasting with her soft,

followed Phillip into the elevator, standing beside him silently as it ascended to the top-floor apartment. He opened the door, and she stepped inside, the door closing behind them. Regaining her senses, she saw Phillip also looking at

in the dimly

the quiet of the night, warming the

more like an adult indulging

he leaned

back pressed against the cold, hard wall, enveloped by

breath mingling in the dim

with desire, the kiss seemed to amplify

off her shoes again, her body trapped between Phillip's chest

you see my dress? It had padding in the

shadowed

"And?" he prompted.

poppy blossoming in the night, completely enchanting him. Tina saw Phillip's throat work. His next kiss was fierce, breaking past

eldest son of the Richardson family

his blood

sensation. Content Belongs

too-large

the room,

in discomfort, Tina watched

prepared for

had suspected as much,

somewhat painful, she whispered, "This is my