My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Sean and Steve left soon after and returned to their own homes, while the others went upstairs to their rooms, one after another.

Meanwhile, Spencer had arrived at the hotel and there, he saw Icyln crying and trembling in a corner, her face drenched in tears. The sight left him in shock.

“Icyln, what happened?” Spencer quickly approached Icyln and asked her.

Upon hearing Spencer’s voice, Icyln looked up, and when she confirmed that it was indeed Spencer, she abruptly got up and threw herself into his arms.

“Ahhhhhh, why did you come so late, Spencer? I was so scared!” Icyln wailed.

“What happened? Please tell me slowly.” Spencer attempted to push Icyln away, but she held onto him even tighter.

“Hurry up, it’s right here.”

“Hey, isn’t that Spencer, the violinist?”

going on between him and

This is definitely going to make for some

snapped photos of them, and it was only then that Spencer and Icyln snapped back

he coldly asked the paparazzi, “Why are you here at

were not just a few ragtag, ordinary reporters. They were a group of journalists with cameras and microphones. Seeing this, Spencer had a feeling that this was not an ordinary sneak shot. Besides, Icyln had just arrived in San Joto. If this incident were to leak out into the public sphere, it would only damage her reputation. If that happened,

before. He usually had a gentle and laid-back, artist-like

he exuded an intimidating aura, something which stood in stark contrast to what he usually displayed in

for she did not expect Spencer to have such a side

Icyln weakly

of herself behind Spencer, looking

sight of Icyln behaving in such a way,

saw some people sneakily raising their cameras

because you’re guilty, Mr.

at, and so, they naturally had come to check it out. Anything involving a celebrity would be significant news and could make the