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."

low and emotionless as he turned away, setting the folded

the apartment, the car drove into the underground garage, stopping

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

apartment. He opened the door, and she

in the dimly lit

the quiet of the night, warming the

Tina was the initiator of their kisses, with Phillip behaving more like an adult

this time, he leaned

against the cold, hard wall, enveloped

wrapped around his neck, their lips and breath mingling in the

desire, the kiss seemed to

point, Tina kicked off her shoes again, her body trapped between Phillip's chest and

you see my dress? It had padding in

confused, his eyes shadowed by the darkness

"And?" he prompted.

it..." She's like a vibrant poppy blossoming in the night, completely enchanting him. Tina saw Phillip's throat work. His next

stoic eldest son of the Richardson family

his blood racing

sensation. Content Belongs

the too-large blazer slid open

chiaroscuro of the

in discomfort, Tina watched Phillip

prepared for such occasions

as much, it

she'd expected but somewhat painful, she whispered, "This