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

So, she started to loosen up.

Sometimes, she'd sit cross-legged; other times, she'd lie flat on her stomach; occasionally, one leg would be up on the couch while the upper half of her body sprawled across the carpet; and at times, she'd just start stretching into yoga poses while sitting.

Phillip's gaze would occasionally catch her in these odd shapes, always lingering for a few seconds before he silently looked away.

One night, deep into editing photos, her stomach rumbled with hunger. She thought of whipping up some food for a midnight snack, wandering the kitchen like a ghost, only to discover that Phillip didn't stock any of that stuff.

As she rummaged around, the lights flicked on, revealing Phillip in his navy pajamas, leaning against the wall, "What are you up to?"

"Just hungry, thought I'd make some pasta."

"Why not ask the maid?"

"It's too late; didn't want to bother her." It was supposed to be a simple task, but Tina hadn't anticipated the hurdles.

Rubbing her nose, she asked Phillip, "So, uh, how do you turn on the stove?"

After a brief silence, Phillip replied, "I'll do it."

He stepped into the kitchen, ignited the burner with ease, and Tina peeked over, trying to save face, "Wow, your stove even has a fingerprint scanner. Fancy."

Phillip set about boiling water and cooking the pasta, moving with a methodical grace while Tina waited at the dining table, distracted by her phone.

Fifteen minutes later, a plate of pasta was placed before her. Simple, but it looked good. Tina remarked, "Didn't know you could cook."

Phillip, drying his hands slowly, responded, "Try it and see."

Her hunger winning over patience, she took a bite too eagerly and immediately spat it out.

Phillip paused, "Too hot?"

"You really can't cook," Tina said, lifting her face, "They are undercooked."

No excuse from Phillip.

In the end, they had to wake the maid to cook some food.

This revelation of Phillip's culinary shortcomings somehow made Tina feel a bit closer to him.

Occasionally, she would ask Phillip via text to bring her some snacks, to which his replies were usually concise, a simple "Okay."

Then, over something trivial she could no longer remember, they found themselves chatting more than usual one day, ending with Phillip wishing her a good

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It was the first time their conversation had spanned more than two screens.

One weekend, Phillip invited her to a gathering with his friends.

"They're old friends of mine. You'll probably see them around, so might as well meet them now."

Understanding the importance of socializing post-marriage, Tina eagerly agreed, even buying a new dress for the occasion.

A rust-red cocktail dress that

highlighted her figure, curls

cascading over her shoulders. She steadied herself against the wall as she slipped into black strappy heels, looking up, her face radiant. S

She hadn't bothered with makeup when they first met. But meeting his friends warranted full glam.

Phillip's gaze lifted from her feet, "Thought you didn't like heels?"

"Never said that," Tina retorted, slinging her purse over her shoulder, "Let's go!"

Expecting Phillip's friends to be as stiff and serious as he often was, she was pleasantly surprised by the lively atmosphere.

Out of the group, only Phillip and

another married man brought their partners. His friends were warm

towards her, with one chatterbox eagerly sharing Phillip's past embarrassments. Content belongs

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Though called embarrassments, they were hardly shameful, considering Phillip's inherent composure.

As Tina engaged in lively conversation, Phillip found himself sidelined.

One of the married friends approached with a drink, commenting, "She's pretty. And has a great personality, lively and always smiling."

Phillip glanced over, the wine in his glass swirling slightly, his tone emotionless, "She's never smiled at me like that." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.