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.

onto Spencer’s arm and said, “Wait for

you need something?” Spencer stopped and looked at her with confusion in

car. Can you take me home?” Icyln grimaced as

as if searching for

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

this, Spencer reached out to support Icyln at once.” Low blood sugar? Maybe I should take you

replied with a weak and pitiful

his brows. He was

said, left with no choice but to take Icyln back to

placed a smirk on her face, a gesture which

got into Spencer’s car, and he drove her back

hobbling, so Spencer had to prop her up,

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

that I always keep chocolates under the coffee table?” Icyln’s eyes glistened with tears, looking genuinely

doing that, especially when your blood sugar is