Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 487

"You know he's not going out to have fun with you here," her friend sprawled on her bed. "And you wouldn't know if he did before."

"He's never been in a relationship."

"That doesn't mean he hasn't been out there, having a good time."

Tina gave her a side-eye. "Weren't you the one always singing praises about his character?"

"Good character doesn't mean he's not interested in... other activities, dear. How can you be so naive?"

Their social circle, while glamorous on the surface, harbored secrets as numerous as stars. In Capital City, there's a luxury condo known to some as the "Mistress Mansion," boasting prime location, lavish amenities, and top-tier property management.

"Besides, at his age, it's unlikely he hasn't been with women, even if he hasn't had a serious girlfriend," her friend continued. "Unless there's something wrong with him. Why else would he keep his virginity till thirty as if it's some kind of dowry?"

"Shut up, will you?"

Her friend had stayed with Tina in Stonebridge for a week, leaving the same day as her period.

The next morning, the housemaid prepared breakfast, but Tina wasn't hungry. She grabbed an apple and munched on it as she walked back to her room, passing the home gym.

She took a couple of steps past the gym door, then backtracked and peeked inside.

Phillip was working out early in the morning.

His black, sweat-soaked athletic wear outlined his toned physique, muscles well-defined under the fabric, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Tina had never noticed his body under the crisp suits he usually wore.

Phillip finished his workout and was drinking water, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.

After catching her staring for the umpteenth time, Phillip put down his laptop. "Something on your mind?"

Not exactly, but his prompt broke the ice. Tina stood, approached him, and with a gentle push, had him leaning back against the couch. Climbing onto his lap, knees on either side of him, she looked down at him for a moment before leaning in.

Halfway into the act, she remembered something and turned to call out to the maid, busy in the kitchen, "Would you mind giving us a moment?"

The maid scurried off to her quarters, and once Tina was sure she was gone, she refocused on Phillip.

As she moved in to kiss him, Phillip's hands found her waist.

This kiss, fully conscious and filled with caution, was more exploratory than their last in the car. Yet, familiarity bred boldness, and as the kiss deepened, Tina's fingers found their way to Phillip's waistband.