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."

as he turned away, setting

car drove into the underground garage, stopping

the length of the blazer reached her thighs, the stark masculinity of the black blazer contrasting with her soft, smooth legs, which was a striking

opened the door, and she stepped inside, the door closing behind them. Regaining her senses, she

moved closer, their gazes locking in the dimly lit foyer, which seemed

seemed to ferment in the quiet of the night, warming

more like an adult indulging a child's

this time, he leaned

the cold, hard wall, enveloped by his scent of sandalwood, subtle

breath mingling in the dim light, their breathing audible in the

and charged with desire, the kiss seemed to

some point, Tina kicked off her shoes again, her

see my dress? It had

shadowed by the darkness of

"And?" he prompted.

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

stoic eldest son of

blood

sensation. Content Belongs to

her to the bedroom, where the too-large blazer slid open as he removed the

the room, contrasts were

watched Phillip retrieve

prepared for such

she had suspected as much, it still

than she'd expected but somewhat painful, she whispered,