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

When she heard he was thirty, it felt like there was a massive canyon between them. She never expected him to actually be quite the looker.

But what's the point of being handsome? The guy was as serious as a heart attack, just like her dad, totally stiff and boring.

Hamilton agreed to let her keep doing her thing, on the condition that she'd go through with an arranged marriage.

After they got engaged, Tina grabbed her DSLR and left Capital City. Over two years, she traveled the world, leaving her mark on all seven continents.

She climbed Everest, photographed penguins and seals in Antarctica, encountered venomous snakes in the Amazon rainforest, and even daringly made her way through the war-torn regions of Syria, with missiles falling less than a mile away from her.

That was the last straw for Hamilton. Using embassy connections, he had her brought back from halfway across the world. She didn't even make it out of the airport before being whisked away to Stonebridge. Unfortunately, there was a hiccup in the handover. Tina ended up sitting at the airport exit for an hour and a half, yawning her head off with nobody coming to get her.

She had no idea where Phillip lived, didn't have his number, and was torn between taking a cab to the Richardson Manor to face her future in-laws or contacting her now-estranged father for Phillip's number. She chose option C.

She was about to make her way to a hotel to get some sleep.

Just as she was about to hail a cab, a silver-topped Maybach pulled up in front of her.

The back door opened, and a pair of legs encased in dark slacks stepped out. Phillip buttoned up his suit jacket, his handsome features and tall, lean figure standing out in the dreary airport traffic. There she was, sitting on her suitcase, struggling to keep her eyelids open, her gaze slowly focusing on him.

"Sorry," Phillip's deep, soothing voice broke through the fuzziness in her ears. "I had a meeting this afternoon. My assistant took sudden leave, and the message got lost."

Tina perked up a bit. "Oh, here I thought you were getting back at me for being late last time."

The driver waited to grab her suitcase, but she didn't move, so Phillip took her arm and helped her up.

"I'm not that petty."

Tina found herself being escorted to the car. "So, you're saying I'm petty?"

Phillip held the door open for her, his gaze falling on her face, calm yet piercing. "You could have just called me, instead of sitting here for an hour and a half."

Tina looked away and got into the car. "I didn't want to bother you."

Phillip, ever the gentleman, didn't push further and closed the door, moving to the other side to get in.

He took her to his apartment, not far from the VectorVista building, a place he'd crash at during busy work periods.

The place was as bare as a showroom, the kitchen pristine and clearly unused.

That was fine by Tina; she couldn't cook anyway.

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She showed little interest in the place, randomly picked a guest room for her luggage, didn't bother unpacking, and headed straight for the shower.

Waking up the next day around noon, she found Phillip had already left.

There was a maid in the apartment, hired by Phillip to look after her, asking what she'd like for lunch.

"No need to fuss over me, I won't be around much," Tina said, all dolled up and ready to meet up with some local friends in Stonebridge.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She was good at making friends

wherever she went, and her first few weeks in Stonebridge were packed often

with social engagements Packed

coming back later than Phillip.

They barely saw each other, living like strangers under the same roof. He hadn't shared his number, and she hadn't felt the need to ask.

Until about half a month later, her dad showed up unannounced in Stonebridge, calling her from downstairs.

"I'm in town for work, thought we could have dinner, you, me, and Phillip. Come down."

Tina was out drinking with pět

nearly choking on her drink.

quickly excused herself and rushed

back regretting not asking Phillip for

his number.

"Give me a sec, I'll text him to see if he's free." She pretended to check her phone. "Says he's working late tonight."

There was an eerie silence on the line.

Tina knew something was off.

Her dad's voice turned icy. "He's right next to me. Who did you send that text to?"

Tina was tongue-tied.