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

Tina had always considered herself somewhat indifferent to the allure of the opposite sex. Among her circle of friends, she was the odd one out, a 23-year-old who had never really 'played the field,' preferring instead to explore the world through the lens of her camera.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

But lately, she found herself understanding the appeal of the game.

Three years ago, when she first met Phillip, she couldn't have imagined that this man, seemingly her polar opposite, would captivate her so entirely.

The alcohol was wearing off, and after expending so much energy, Tina felt a wave of laziness wash over her as she slumped against Phillip.

Her hair was a mess, half-damp from the night's escapades.

Phillip, ever so gently, shifted the lethargic Tina off him. Her groggy mind registered his movement, and she let out a lazy hum of protest, half-joking, "Leaving so soon?"

When Phillip returned, he was holding a hairdryer, "Come here."

Tina wrapped herself in the blanket, sitting up and moving closer, her feet dangling off the side of the bed, resting on Phillip's sneakers.

She shook her head, flinging her hair out, and Phillip turned on the hairdryer. His fingers worked through her hair, the warm air soothing her scalp. The buzzing sound and the warmth were oddly comforting in the dead of night, her forehead resting against Phillip's midsection, letting him bear the weight of her head.

But Tina couldn't stay still for long.

The silky material of Phillip's pajama bottoms felt smooth under her toes as she playfully slid her foot up his leg.

"We've already called off the engagement, Tina. This isn't exactly appropriate," Phillip's calm voice floated down.

Tina looked up defiantly, "You were the one who peeked when I was taking a shower. And when I took the initiative, you didn't exactly push me away. So much for being a gentleman."

Her tone was feisty, betraying how much she too had enjoyed their moments together.

Phillip didn't argue.

He switched off the hairdryer, set it aside, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her back onto the bed before pressing down upon her, his face inches from hers, "What now?" "I'm not in the mood to play the good guy tonight," he said, capturing her lips before she could protest further.

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The next morning, the scheduled meeting at Vector Vista was unexpectedly postponed. The company's usually indefatigable CEO was notably absent, causing a stir among the upper management. The executive office was nearly trampled by concerned colleagues inquiring about the CEO'S

whereabouts.

"Has he arrived yet? When will he be in?"

The secretary could only respond with variations of "I don't know," and "He'll notify you when he arrives."

Tina had caught a cold.

She had started fevering before

dawn, and in her hazy state, she was dressed and carried into Phillip's car. The visit to the emergency room, the IV drip she experienced it all inva daze only wincing when the needle pricked her skin.

The nurse applied the adhesive tape carefully, offering instructions Tina couldn't grasp through her headache.

The VIP room at the hospital was a quiet sanctuary, the bed far more comfortable than standard hospital offerings. Despite this, her fever left her achy and irritable. She whined to Phillip, who was lying beside her on the narrow bed, "Hold me."

Phillip, realizing his negligence in not drying her off properly, which led to her sweating through the night, felt responsible for her condition. He kissed her forehead, whispering, "Sleep, Tina."

Curled up in his arms, Tina's feeble complaint was both a jest and a plea, "Phillip, you're shameless. You seduced me, brought me back home, and now I'm sick because of you. I should call the cops on you."

Their banter, mixed with genuine concern and affection, painted a complex picture of their relationship, one that was as unpredictable as it was passionate.