My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Meanwhile, in BayCorp.

Ellar, who had just sorted through the stack of documents in his hands, saw how empty the desk was and could not help but to furrow his brows.

‘Why are there so few documents today?” Ellar asked out of curiosity.

“You’ve sorted through plenty already. It’s time for you to take a break now,”

Patricia insisted coldly the moment she came in and saw that he had completed his tasks.

“Oh, okay then,” Ellar obediently agreed, much like a well- behaved child.

Even though she remained cold and distant to him, Ellar was blessed and fortunate to have her around accompanying him. He really hoped life would continue the way it was, and for that, he even wished that his injuries would take longer to heal.

Patricia shook her head in helplessness, not knowing what to do with Ellar. At times, he would act like a child, but when the situation called for it, he would always come on top.

good ol’ childlike temperament once she paid attention to him. Moreover, she had also come to learn

her tone of indifference and stated, “It’s time

kit up to Ellar, ready to change his

expected of him, Ellar placed his arm on the

was Ellar feeling no pain. He

about? I can never figure out what’s going on in his head.’ Ellar, on the other hand, felt that the injury had provided an opportunity for both him and her to grow closer. He even felt that he was fortunate that it was

her brows. Although the cut was getting better and had stopped bleeding, it had not fully

disinfecting it, Patricia carefully changed Ellar’s bandage. As the medication touched the wound, it went on to cause a bit of sting, which Ellar seemed to be able

it not hurt?” Patricia frowned, feeling a little puzzled by his reaction

Ellar shook his head and

no way it would hurt because she was there

again and ignore Ellar. After rebandaging his wound, she picked the first aid kit

looked at the neatly bandaged gauze and chuckled