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.

way if someone else were in her

that was something

wouldn't have minded if she

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 split us up, they'd be the villains of the century. Let your dad direct all

you out of your mind?" Tina looked at him like he

just can't stand seeing you

called softly, nodding toward a

a black coat, blending with the night. His gaze

of late autumn

rustling trees and the rowdy street unable to fend off the encroaching

back and

white cashmere scarf, shifting his gaze from

gotten colder today." he

warm. Tina stood still, locking her

too calm, and at this close range, Tina was