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

Climbing into the car, Tina kicked off her rain-soaked shoes, letting her bare feet rest on the floor mat.

Her slender frame was enveloped in an oversized blazer as she slumped into the seat, appearing quite disheartened. Phillip pulled a cashmere throw from the backseat to dab at her damp hair.

The soft cashmere soaked up the moisture, causing her smooth hair to become slightly disheveled from the friction. It was clear that Phillip wasn't familiar with this sort of task, his movements awkward yet tender.

Tina glanced at him, her eyes clear as water beneath the tousled and damp hair strands.

The air in the car seemed to thicken with humidity between them, lazily drifting in the confined space.

"Do you have a dinner party to attend?" Tina asked, "It's okay that you need to leave early."

"It's fine," Phillip replied, without mentioning tonight's dinner was crucial for VectorVista's big project involving corporate partners and officials from the financial regulatory board. Tina wasn't sure if it was fine, but no woman disliked being a priority.

Her dress clung to her, soaked and uncomfortable, the hem dirty, a sensation she detested. She couldn't stand it for another moment.

She nestled further into Phillip's blazer, using its oversized form as a shield, and unzipped her dress.

Phillip only saw her fidgeting beneath the blazer, unaware of her struggle, until a wet bundle of fabric was tossed aside, which was her dress. Slipping her arms through the blazer sleeves and using her dress's belt to cinch it at the waist, she fashioned it into a makeshift dress.

Feeling his gaze, she turned, facing Phillip's deep, enigmatic eyes.

"What?" she said, feigning anger to cover her discomfort. "The dress was wet. It was uncomfortable."

"Hmm."

Phillip's tone was low and emotionless as he turned away, setting the folded throw aside.

After arriving at the apartment, the car drove into the underground garage, stopping near the elevator.

Stepping out, the length of the blazer reached her thighs, the stark masculinity of the black blazer contrasting with her soft, smooth legs, which was a striking visual contrast.

She followed Phillip into the elevator, standing beside him silently as it ascended to the top-floor apartment. He opened the door, and she stepped inside, the door closing behind them. Regaining her senses, she saw Phillip also looking at her.

He moved closer, their gazes locking in the dimly lit foyer, which seemed more confined in the darkness.

The humidity from outside seemed to ferment in the quiet of the night, warming the air around them.

Typically, Tina was the initiator of their kisses, with Phillip behaving more like an adult indulging a child's playful antics, always composed and mature.

But this time, he leaned in first.

Tina's back pressed against the cold, hard wall, enveloped by his scent of sandalwood, subtle yet warm.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, their lips and breath mingling in the dim light, their breathing audible in the silence, oxygen seemingly at a premium.

Humid and charged with desire, the kiss seemed to amplify their burgeoning passion.

At some point, Tina kicked off her shoes again, her body trapped between Phillip's chest and the wall.

"Did you see my dress? It had padding in the bust."

Phillip looked confused, his eyes shadowed by the darkness of the night.

"And?" he prompted.

She deliberately tiptoed closer, whispering in his ear, "I'm not wearing it..." She's like a vibrant poppy blossoming in the night, completely enchanting him. Tina saw Phillip's throat work. His next kiss was fierce, breaking past restraints.

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tingling sensation.

Phillip carried her to the bedroom, where the too-large blazer slid open as he removed the belt.

In the chiaroscuro of the room, contrasts were stark.

Amused but in discomfort, Tina watched Phillip retrieve something from the dresser.

So, he had been prepared for such occasions before.

Though she had suspected as much, it still irked her.

More interesting than she'd expected but somewhat painful, she whispered, "This is my first time."

Phillip paused, reflecting on her casual attitude toward intimacy and apparent experience.

He realized he still had much to learn about her.

Bending down, he murmured, "Mine too."

Tina was stunned. "Really? At your age, still a virgin?"

Surprise replaced her discomfort, her incredulous gaze scanning him. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Phillip's brow twitched. "What do you think?"

At this stage, what could be amiss?

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