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.

he could even appear to be a little overbearing and shrewd. Yet, he would often revert to his good ol’ childlike temperament once she paid attention to

her tone of indifference and stated, “It’s

medical kit up to Ellar, ready

his arm on the desk, eagerly awaiting Patricia

Ellar feeling no pain. He also looked somewhat

happy 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 him who had taken

was getting better and had stopped bleeding, it had not

the medication touched the wound, it went on to cause a bit

frowned, feeling a little

Ellar

it would hurt because she was there to take good care of him. If anything, joy was all

could only roll her eyes again and ignore Ellar. After rebandaging his wound, she picked the first aid kit up and

the neatly bandaged gauze and