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."

was low and emotionless as he turned away, setting the folded

car drove into

thighs, the stark masculinity of the black blazer contrasting with her soft, smooth legs,

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

in the dimly lit foyer, which seemed

to ferment in the

their kisses, with Phillip behaving more like

he leaned in

wall, enveloped by his scent of

arms wrapped around his neck, their lips and breath mingling in the dim light, their breathing audible in the silence, oxygen seemingly at

the kiss seemed

again, her body trapped between Phillip's chest

It had padding in the

eyes shadowed by the darkness

"And?" he prompted.

in his ear, "I'm not wearing it..." She's like a vibrant poppy blossoming in the night, completely enchanting him. Tina saw Phillip's throat work.

of

his blood racing with

sensation. Content Belongs to

to the bedroom, where the too-large blazer slid

the chiaroscuro of the room, contrasts

watched

he had been prepared for such

had suspected as

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