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.

and shrewd. Yet, he would often revert to his good ol’ childlike temperament once she paid attention to him. Moreover, she had also come to learn that Ellar would become exceedingly compliant and

a sigh, Patricia maintained her tone of indifference and stated, “It’s time

brought a medical kit up to

his arm on the desk, eagerly awaiting

not only was Ellar feeling no pain. He

help but roll her eyes at him.’ He’s injured. What is there to be 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

brows. Although the cut was getting better and had stopped bleeding,

touched the wound, it went on to cause a bit of sting, which Ellar seemed to be able to endure without

a little puzzled

hurt at all when you do it.” Ellar shook his head

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

Ellar. After rebandaging his wound, she picked the first

bandaged gauze and chuckled like