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

Tina brushed off the call with a nonchalance that had Alfred's name lost in the wind the moment she hung up.

Phillip didn't comment on her defiant move to stay at a hotel on her own. However, after Tina and her bestie wrapped up their dinner and returned, they found his car parked conspicuously below the hotel. "Looks like your Phillip can't stay away," she teased.

Upon their return, Phillip exited his car, leaning against it as if he had all the time in the world.

Her friend, catching the vibe, waved at him and tactfully disappeared upstairs.

Tina sauntered over, hands behind her back" "What's up? You're tailing me pretty closely."

"You've got a history of slipping away. Can't be too careful," he replied.

Tina scoffed. "Please, even my dad can't keep tabs on me. You think you can?"

As a car zoomed past behind them, Phillip instinctively pulled her close, his voice a deep murmur, "I don't need to keep you on a leash. Just... let me know where you're heading, okay? I can't help but worry you'll vanish like last time."

"You worry?"

"I'm human, aren't I?"

feigned surprise. "Oh, you're human? Could've fooled

didn't retort. "Have you eaten?" he changed

if you ask nicely, I might just join you for

such requests, inquired,

mischief. "Call me

for a moment, "I

into the car

didn't come up,

found her roomie sprawled on her bed, clearly disappointed to see her

waiting game. He's got you to a hotel

as dirty-minded as

in mock offense. "Me? Dirty-minded? Let's not forget who tried to

pillow fight ensued until they

breath. Her friend mused, "Honestly,

before admitting, "No wonder you're so

hearing Tina was in Stonebridge, a friend begged her to join a local documentary project highlighting