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

It's a pity that this hunk happened to be her boss.

Joy propped her chin, lost in a daze staring at Austin's lips, oblivious to the fact that his gaze had lingered on her face for a few seconds.

Selina mentioned something about a bar opening downtown, complete with a lineup of beefy male models strutting their stuff, and Joy, sneaking around like a cat on tiptoe, was about to make a run for it when Austin's text popped up.

"Don't bail yet, wait for me."

Great, did he install some sort of super spyware in his office or what?

Reluctantly, with no room for rebellion, Joy slumped back into her seat, dreading yet another assignment. Talk about timing!

Austin was catching up with work, juggling a few calls, and by the time he emerged from his office, donning his jacket, half an hour had ticked by.

Hearing footsteps, Joy looked up, bored to bits, and was caught mid-chew on a spicy beef jerky.

Austin's gaze hardened briefly before he withdrew his hand, initially reaching out to her, and shoved it into his pocket instead.

Joy licked her lips, now a fiery shade of red from the spice, holding up the half-eaten jerky, "What's up? You had me wait for what?"

Austin's expression turned indescribable, eyeing her for a moment before sighing, "Nothing, forget it."

Joy's face clearly read, "Are you kidding me?"

Austin wasn't in the mood to elaborate, "Let's get you home."

He headed for the elevator, with murmurs of what could only be curses directed at him echoing from behind.

Joy slung her bag over her shoulder, gnawing on her jerky all the way to the parking lot.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

As she buckled up, she remarked, "Boss, much as I respect you, could you not lead me on next time? I ditched my bestie for this, and you tell me it's nothing." "There was something." Austin focused on the rearview mirror, navigating the car out of the garage, "But then I saw you with that jerky, and it became nothing." "What's wrong with my jerky?" Joy was puzzled, failing to see the connection, "Did you want a bite and got upset I beat you to it? How did you even know I had jerky?"

Austin couldn't help but laugh at her reasoning, steering onto the main road before finally glancing her way, "I'm not interested in your jerky. There's something else I wouldn't mind biting into."

Damn, if only he'd made his intentions clear earlier! She wouldn't have bothered with the jerky then.

Joy was frustrated and regretful; it felt like a missed opportunity, which was infuriating.

Despite her frustration, she tried to maintain a semblance of dignity, "You know, as a boss, it's not quite appropriate to make moves on your employees."

Austin shot her a look, "And as an employee, constantly staring at your boss's lips isn't exactly professional either."

Caught off guard by his awareness, Joy defensively retorted, "Weren't you the one who forced a kiss on me first?" "Are you defining that as a forced kiss?" Austin debated, "Is it forced if, after being kissed, you willingly respond?"

Joy was taken aback, "So, it's my

fault for responding? You're saying only you're allowed to make a move? What kind of double standard is

that? you're into something.

lifeless, why not just buy a dead fish

from the grocery store!"

After a moment of silence, Austin burst into laughter, "Joy, you're something else."

"Well, of course, I am." Joy boasted.

At the traffic light, the countdown ticked from 29 to 0, and as the green light flashed, the car moved forward.

"If you're not into kissing, you

could've just said no. I'm not the type to take advantage of my position," Austin stated as he drove on. "kissed you because I wanted to, nothing more." .

So, it was just a simple case of wanting a kiss. Got it.

Joy had her principles; she always went for what she wanted without holding back.

After a brief silence, she turned to him, testing the waters, "So, are you up for a spicy kiss then?"

Austin replied coolly, "No."

"Well, forget it." Joy turned away, disappointed.

Austin, with a hand on the steering wheel, couldn't stop chuckling at the exchange.

Feeling a tickle in her ear, Joy scratched it, muttering, "What's so funny?"