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?"

with Anne, but I caught this bug when I was with you. It's

her voice a mix of anger and jest, "How could I resist your

the bed, leaning in as if to

Their relationship had just

Joy was mortified at the thought of Austin seeing her unwashed face and

her face.

her fingers instead, asking,

lady needs her moment

with me. I like you

nothings," Joy scoffed, not buying his charm, "You're so enchanted now.

head aside, making a beeline for

dropped by to deliver some 'get well soon' cheer, Austin met him

some