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

Back to work after the long holiday, Joy bumped into her team leader waiting for the elevator. As the doors slid open, the embodiment of capitalism himself was standing inside. She had almost let it slip from her memory, but the sight of Austin's face brought back the memory of that inexplicable kiss in the car.

Suddenly, she forgot how to walk. Her limbs felt uncoordinated, and her hands seemed to flail awkwardly around her until she managed to shuffle into the elevator.

Austin acted as if nothing had happened, exchanging pleasantries with the team leader who was trying hard to make small talk. Austin responded with a warm attitude, albeit briefly.

Joy stood in front with her back to them. When the elevator reached her floor, she swiftly moved to the side, pressing herself against the wall and half-bowed, "After you."

Austin glanced at her and stepped out.

By coincidence, Joy ran into him again when she went down for lunch with her colleagues.

Austin played the caring boss, asking them where they were headed for lunch. Her colleague, not realizing the significance, blurted out how Joy could down two servings of pulled pork sandwiches in one go. Austin's gaze shifted slightly, "Why so quiet today, Joy?"

Caught in the awkwardness of not knowing how to act around him, she pointed to her throat and croaked, "Caught a cold, my voice is gone."

Austin smirked, "Didn't seem like it when you were yelling at your friend over the phone about her husband. I could hear you all the way in my office."

of super hearing do you

bit too emotional then, my voice might have gotten

continued, "Oh, doesn't seem like you're hoarse

cursed

to stifle her laughter, shaking with the effort. The moment the elevator doors opened, Joy dashed out like she was on rollerblades. During lunch, her colleague mused, "Is it just me, or is

Joy thought to

society owed her a fortune.

for potentially ruining her proletariat purity, yet part of her desperately wanted it to happen

life, she reasoned, as her feelings

time she

was talking or

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Her ears would plug up, her mind overtaken by the refreshing scent of mint, seeing his lips move but

didn't know what that kiss meant, but Austin seemed to