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

"Let's get one thing straight, you walked into that shot yourself. I'm not paying you a dime for it."

Phillip, ever the philanthropist, shrugged it off: "On the house."

The number of finance shows that had tried and failed to book him for an appearance was countless, and yet here he was, making a free cameo in her documentary.

Tina quipped, "Figures, Mr. Moneybags loves his charity work. Pouring all that cash into a documentary."

More than half of her crew were locals from Stonebridge, making Phillip's face as recognizable here as any A-list celebrity's.

Heads turned their way, but Phillip seemed unfazed by the attention, casually removing the pen Tina had tucked behind her ear. "How did you know?"

"I'm not an idiot," she retorted. "If I were that dumb, my scheming little sister would have run circles around me by now."

This opportunity was a golden ticket, the kind that would have her colleagues at the TV station walking the plank just to get a taste. And here it was, practically being spoon-fed to her. Grateful, Tina made herself comfortable on Phillip's lap as soon as they were in the car, playfully tugging at his tie and tracing circles on his chest.

"Trying to take advantage of me, huh?"

Phillip gently removed her hand, holding it in his. His voice was calm, "Try to behave when you're on your period."

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"No fun." Having failed to tease him, Tina tried to squirm away, but Phillip caught her by the knees and kept her in place. "If you like sitting there, stay."

Tina's eyes twinkled mischievously: "For all your high and mighty talk, you still want to hold me."

Leaning forward, she rested in his embrace, looking up at him with a radiant smile, "I've missed you, big bro."

It would take a saint to resist kissing her then and there.

Phillip was no saint, so he kissed her.

His hand cradled her neck, savoring her lips slowly, meticulously.

After dinner in the city, Phillip dropped her off at the hotel.

Stepping out of the car, Tina hadn't walked a few steps when she ran into someone coming out of the hotel's revolving glass doors.

She froze, "What are you doing here?"

"You're back?" Alfred asked. "Why haven't you been replying to my messages these last few days?"

Tina glanced back instinctively.

The black sedan was still there, not having left.

"I've been busy."

Alfred took her excuse lightly: "What could you possibly be busy with? I've been trying to take time out of my actual busy schedule to see you. Tried to ask you out for dinner several times, you're really putting on airs."

Tina rolled her eyes. "Since when have you ever done anything

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doing me a favor by gracing me with your presence."

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her. "Come on, you know I don't mean that. Why are you upset? You weren't replying to my messages. Your dad said you were staying here, So Thad to come find you,"

He reached out to put an arm around Tina's shoulder. "Let's go upstairs and talk."

Suddenly, a car door slammed shut behind them. Alfred reflexively turned around.

In the night, illuminated by the golden lights reflecting on the hotel's front water feature, a figure stepped out of the black Maybach.

Phillip walked up the steps, his gaze briefly flitting over Alfred's hand, and in front of him, pulled Tina to his side.