My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

“Mr. Lincoln needs to get some rest now. If you’re worried, you can stay here and take care of him. I’ll be leaving now,” Spencer stated upon noting that Icyln did not want to leave.

He knew that Peter would not be able to take his nap if he did not leave, and that was why he was firm on leaving.

Reluctantly, Icyln agreed, “Fine.”

There was no point in her staying behind if Spencer was going home anyway.

“Mr. Lincoln, we’ll come to pick you up tomorrow,” Icyln said, pretending to be considerate.

“Sure, you should both go home and get some rest too,” Peter said, smiling at the two of them.

Spencer and Icyln left the hotel soon after, and on the way out, she saw her assistant who was approaching. She quickly shot her a look, and that was when her assistant immediately stopped in her tracks.

Satisfied, Icyln turned her gaze to Spencer and casually asked, “Spencer, where are you going?”

“Home,” Spencer uttered and headed towards his car.

Spencer’s arm and said, “Wait for me,

looked at

don’t have a car. Can you take me home?”

if searching for a

with her face blanching, she began swaying as though she was about to fall over. “Oh,

once.” Low blood sugar? Maybe I should take you

replied with a

in such a poor condition, Spencer furrowed his brows. He was worried that she might pass out if

said, left with no choice but to

on her face, a gesture which Spencer did

Spencer’s car, and he

hobbling, so Spencer had to prop her

the apartment, Spencer helped Icyln to the couch and said, “Rest here. There

chocolates under the coffee table?” Icyln’s eyes glistened with

that you have a habit of doing that, especially when your