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."

a short while, and she's got

his arms, "Where'd you

full-on charm offensive. Flowers every day. I mean, can you blame him?

about you?"

while dining out with your

ahead braked sharply. Joy, a

wheel, she fell silent for a moment before carefully turning to ask

did that start without her

himself, "Why the

was just a casual peck..." Joy trailed off under his intense gaze, sheepishly scratching

often just 'casually

Austin felt

fish caught on

swnov

just a trivial thing

to clarify, "I'm not that

Austin expressed his doubt.

right do you have to doubt me? should be doubting you. Who

I look

Joy confirmed, "Yep."