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

Pride came before a fall, and Joy learned that the hard way. She was hit, and hit hard, by the flu, proving her invincibility was nothing but a castle made of sand.

Joy, who usually boasted a constitution as robust as a lion, was reduced to a sick dog when illness struck.

Austin had no choice but to nurse her back to health, timing her meals and medication with the precision of a watch, ensuring she consumed everything even in her near-comatose state.

Takeout was an unhealthy option, laden with grease and salt, so Austin decided to cook despite his basic culinary skills. Luckily, Joy wasn't picky. She ate without looking at her plate, trusting whatever was for her before returning to sleep.

She crashed at Austin's place for two days, finally waking up as her fever receded, ready to face the world again.

Austin brought her medicine, accompanying it with a glass of water beside her bed.

Slightly more spirited but still feeling the aftermath of her fever, Joy wrapped herself in blankets, not reaching out to grab the glass but sticking her head out just enough to drink. Austin had to feed her the water, after which she took her medicine and laid back down, her fingers peeking out from the blanket to wave him off dismissively. "That will be all, Jeeves." She certainly had the air of a queen about her.

Austin couldn't help but retort, "Am I here to take care of you, or are you here to be served?"

out with Anne, but I caught this bug when I was with you. It's your fault." "Did you go around

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set the glass aside, moving closer to the bed, leaning in as if to kiss

Their relationship had just

Joy was mortified

face. "Can you

kissed her fingers

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chuckled. "You don't have to play the lady with me. I like

now. You'd find even my sneeze

for the bathroom to

Austin met him at the door, clearly not in the mood

some flu