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

"Mind getting some medicine for me?"

Joy, puzzled, asked, "If you're feeling under the weather, why not just hit up a clinic?"

Typical, cutting straight to the chase.

Austin replied, "How about you drive me to the clinic then?"

Joy muttered under her breath, thinking a small cough wasn't enough to hinder driving, and here was this grown man asking for a ride. But she kept those thoughts to herself. "Alright, fine."

"Give me a sec then," Austin said, grabbing his jacket and heading downstairs with her.

The guy who had dropped Joy off was still waiting downstairs. Leaning against his car, Austin watched as Joy went to essentially ditch him.

The guy glanced over at Austin from afar, offering a knowing smile. The boss, after all.

When Joy finished and looked back their way, Austin reminded her, "Your bag."

"Oh, right!" Joy smacked her forehead and went back to retrieve her bag left in the car.

As they got into the vehicle, Austin casually asked, "Boyfriend?"

Joy flipped her hair back, chin up with pride, "A suitor, hehe."

away for a short while, and she's

crossed his arms, "Where'd

few days ago," Joy boasted, "He was smitten at first sight, launched a full-on charm offensive. Flowers every day. I mean,

you?"

with me while dining out with your admirer. Am I just another fish

a red light, the car ahead braked sharply. Joy, a tad

silent for a

that start without her

was beside himself, "Why the surprise? You kissed

trailed off under his intense gaze, sheepishly scratching behind

often

Austin felt like he

fish caught on a hook

swnov

just a trivial thing

rushed to clarify, "I'm not that kind

Austin expressed his doubt.

but then regained her confidence, "What right do you have to doubt me? should be doubting you. Who knows if

look that

Joy confirmed, "Yep."