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,

drove into

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

the top-floor apartment. He opened the door, and she stepped inside, the

in the dimly

seemed to ferment in the quiet of the night,

more like an adult indulging a child's playful antics, always

this time, he leaned

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

breath mingling in the dim light, their breathing audible

and charged with desire, the kiss seemed to amplify their burgeoning

off her shoes again, her body trapped between

It had padding in

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.

son of the Richardson

his blood racing

sensation. Content Belongs

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

of the room,

watched Phillip retrieve something from the

he had been prepared

as much,

but somewhat painful, she whispered, "This is my first