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

Tina was visibly taken aback.

She hadn't expected Alfred to be here, and even less did she expect Phillip to exit his car, let alone grab her hand in front of Alfred. Wasn't this basically a direct challenge?

Alfred had just witnessed Tina stepping out of that car, which initially didn't bother him much. However, seeing Phillip now, his gaze shifted from Tina to Phillip's hand holding hers, and his expression darkened. Phillip, entirely ignoring Alfred's reaction, simply told Tina, "Go upstairs."

Faced with such a scenario for the first time, Tina was admittedly overwhelmed.

She feared a confrontation might break out between them-not that it would actually come to that, but still, avoiding conflict seemed like the best course of action.

"Why should I go upstairs?" she questioned. "Do you two have some secret matters to discuss?"

Phillip looked at her with an undeniable firmness in his voice, "Tina, go upstairs."

He had never spoken to her in such a tone before, prompting an obedient "Okay..." from Tina.

It wasn't until she entered the hotel elevator and the doors closed that the two men outside took their eyes off her.

as if he was being made a fool of: "You

his demeanor cool and

the issue per se, but considering Phillip was Tina's ex-fiancé, was it really necessary to have a

Alfred's invitations were declined due to busyness, but Phillip got a

this appropriate,

inappropriate about it?" Phillip

by Phillip's calm stance, Alfred started

engaged before;

don't find it

and you're pulling her close, not even considering

stated, "As far as I'm aware, you two haven't gotten engaged

was technically correct. Without an engagement, he wasn't Tina's fiancé, let alone her boyfriend, and had no

"That's beside the point..."

any discernible emotion, "I recall seeing you getting cozy with someone in public; I thought you weren't bothered by such trivial matters." Compared

increasingly uncomfortable, Alfred rubbed his nose and cleared his throat,