Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Tina stormed off. Her best friend didn't even try to call her back. Instead, she gave Weston a solid kick and hissed, "You ever heard of thinking before you speak? Or did you swallow garbage today because

that's what it sounded like!"

Weston ran a hand through his hair and hurried after Tina.

Tina had barely stepped out of the bar when Weston caught her by the arm, his voice low and apologetic, "I messed up. I'm sorry, okay?"

"You didn't mess up," Tina said, "You're right. Guys are often led by their desires, but Phillip's not like that."

"Okay, okay, he's a saint then," Weston quickly backed down, not wanting to push her further. "So why are you mad? You scared me."

It wasn't that Tina thought Phillip was some playboy. She knew better than that.

She suddenly realized, whether it was his indulgence or his tenderness, it was all because she was his fiancee.

the same way if someone else were

something

wouldn't have minded if she didn't love

her silence, Weston blurted out, "Break off the engagement with him. I'm serious. I'll talk to my dad and get him to propose on my behalf. I'll tell them I love you, and you love me, and if they try to

Tina looked at him

said, "I just can't stand seeing you

nodding toward a figure standing by a car

coat, blending with the night. His gaze settled on her

of late

day, the rustling trees and the rowdy street

pulled her hand back

out a white cashmere scarf, shifting his

gotten colder today." he

scarf was soft and warm. Tina stood still, locking her eyes

close range, Tina was sure he