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."

He goes away for a short while, and she's got a

his arms,

a bar a few days ago," Joy boasted, "He was smitten at first sight, launched a full-on charm offensive. Flowers every day. I mean, can you blame him? I'm irresistible." "And

about you?" Joy

dining out with your

sharply. Joy, a tad slow to react, nearly

the steering wheel, she fell silent for a moment

did that start without

beside himself, "Why the surprise? You kissed me,

Joy trailed off

often just

Austin felt like

a fish caught on a

swnov

just a trivial thing

rushed to clarify, "I'm not that kind of

Austin expressed his doubt.

you have to doubt me? should be doubting you. Who knows if you go around kissing any girl

look that

Joy confirmed, "Yep."