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

"You're taking the trick I use to make you happy and using it to please someone else? Could you be any more clueless?"

Joy didn't need anyone to make her happy, but it was rare for someone to actually go out of their way to do so.

Without Austin saying it, she hadn't even realized that him bringing back a meticulously wrapped vintage lamp from his trip was his way of winning her over. Maybe the whole "Austin making her happy" thing was a game-changer in their relationship, making Joy feel somewhat odd.

Her attention drifted from the lamp, and she turned to look at him.

Austin's face turned towards her as well.

The light danced across his nose, his cheekbones, those focused and deep eyes making Joy feel like she was being seen in a way she hadn't before.

As Austin slowly moved closer, the air around them seemed to thin, making her instinctively swallow. In the shadow he cast over her, she heard her heartbeat skip a beat.

Her robot vacuum bumped into Austin's foot with a clang, stopping him in his tracks. He burst out laughing, "Seems like your robot isn't too fond of me."

He redirected the robot and laid back down, the beautiful light returning to Joy's view.

They didn't kiss, leaving a hint of regret, but also a strange, new feeling filled her chest.

So this is what flirting feels like. No wonder everyone's into it.

...

the flirtation with

a peculiar feeling, as if she and

perking up every time a colleague

took to bringing her coffee under the guise of treating the whole office, placing a cup

cup, she received a text from him: "Pick

trash now,

things

the cup, only to find he had left

slouching in a chair, her belly slightly protruding.

stomach. She wasn't that chubby, was

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