Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 512

The approval process for the temporary flight route got the fast track, and the Gulfstream private jet took off from the private terminal, heading straight for Capital City Airport.

When Phillip pulled up before the Watson Manor, four hours had passed.

His visit was a spur-of-the-moment decision, unplanned, and he hadn't considered that Tina might already be asleep at this hour.

Perhaps he had thought of it, but the impulsive heat of the moment overrode his usual rational thinking, which was a rare occurrence for him.

The house was in the serene darkness of the early hours, with no light from Tina's third-floor window, which suggested she had turned in for the night.

Phillip stood at the curb, leaning against his car door, pulling out a cigarette from the pack.

A voice cut through the night air as he was about to light it. “What are you doing by standing outside my house in the middle of the night?”

Phillip paused and turned his gaze toward the vineyard in the yard.

The lush grapevines covered a small gazebo, and in the dim light of the lamps, he hadn't noticed someone was sitting there.

Tina was swinging on a garden bench barefoot, cradling a glass bowl filled with washed green grapes.

She popped one into her mouth, breaking the firm skin to let the juice burst forth, her eyes fixed on the figure by the car.

It was one of those unpredictable, beautiful coincidences. Phillip hadn't imagined finding the occupant of that darkened room down there eating grapes at the time, just as Tina hadn't expected her whimsical decision to enjoy the cool night air would have her encountering someone who wasn't supposed to be there.

The summer night breeze brought a pleasant chill, and with the garden lights off, the lamps barely illuminated Phillip's expression.

He pocketed his unlit cigarette and stood there, looking at her.

Tina reached for her slippers, slipped them on, and walked to him, following his gaze upwards.

“Got a lot of time on your hands, coming all this way just to spy on my room?”

Phillip’s low voice reached her ears, and Tina realized perhaps, just maybe, she had missed him a bit.