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

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

you take me home?” Icyln grimaced

as if searching

though she was about to fall over.

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

with a

his brows. He was worried that she might pass

no choice but to take

placed a smirk on her face, a

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

hobbling, so Spencer had to prop her up, not wanting her to

the couch and said, “Rest here. There

keep chocolates under the coffee table?” Icyln’s eyes

Lincoln told me that you have a habit of doing that, especially when your blood sugar is