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."

he turned away,

the apartment, the car drove into

reached her thighs, the stark masculinity of the black

apartment. He opened the door, and

closer, their gazes locking in the dimly lit

outside seemed to ferment in the quiet of the night, warming the

their kisses, with Phillip behaving more like an adult indulging a child's playful

time, he

pressed against the cold, hard wall, enveloped by his scent of sandalwood,

wrapped around his neck, their lips and breath mingling in the dim light, their breathing audible

desire, the kiss seemed

again, her body trapped between Phillip's chest

It had

confused, his eyes shadowed by

"And?" he prompted.

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

eldest son of the Richardson family could

blood

Content Belongs to

the bedroom, where the too-large blazer

of the room, contrasts

in discomfort, Tina watched Phillip retrieve

been prepared for such

she had suspected as much, it still irked

than she'd expected but somewhat painful,