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 got a new

his arms, "Where'd you

boasted, "He was smitten at first sight, launched a full-on charm offensive. Flowers every

about you?"

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

ahead braked sharply. Joy, a tad slow to react, nearly

for a moment before carefully turning to ask Austin, "Are we...

that start

beside himself, "Why the surprise?

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

often

felt like

caught

swnov

a

clarify, "I'm not that

Austin expressed his doubt.

have to doubt me? should be doubting you. Who knows if you go

look

Joy confirmed, "Yep."