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

The lines of his face looked sharper in his black coat, his demeanor exuding a sense of discipline and stability so profound that it overshadowed his handsome features. "Then congratulations," Phillip said, retreating to where he belonged, expressing what he was supposed to. "I'm glad you found someone who meets your standards." Tina realized she preferred his earlier sentiment over the mere 'gladness' she heard.

"Thank you," she replied politely.

Phillip stood a few steps away, his deep gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he said, "See you around."

He brushed past Tina, descending the stairs, and her eyes followed his figure until it vanished at the gallery entrance, only for Alfred's face to fill her view all at once.

Alfred had some critique about her display of arrogance. "It's okay in private, but in front of my friends, you couldn't spare me some dignity, huh? Where did you run off to on the second floor?"

"Meeting a lover," Tina quipped, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she stared intently at Alfred's face.

Knowing her penchant for jokes, Alfred didn't take it to heart, though her gaze made him self-conscious, touching his face. "What? My looks might not stun you at a glance, but I grow on you. My friends say I've got a bit of charm."

hadn't seen Alfred look funny until he spoke, and she found humor in his words

for you. What

life

burying himself in work. Suppressing emotions

an uncharted place, and with her

he returned to his penthouse for rest, maintaining his

his friends remarked, "Typical Phillip,

the Watson family as usual, but fate, or

seeing the youngest Lewis son reached Stonebridge, with gossip outlets eagerly spinning tales about how a notorious playboy had outmaneuvered the heir to the Richardson Group. Behind his back, many found amusement in

paid

riled up the family

such a fine woman slip through your fingers. You're wasting the good looks