My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

“So that’s the case.” Mrs. Wallace Sr. stole a glance at Tia, as if she was relieved to hear that.

“Grandma, what made you think of it all of a sudden?” Nicole asked, having noticed Mrs. Wallace Sr. ‘s discreet gaze.

“Nothing. It’s just a random thought.” Mrs. Wallace Sr. smiled and changed the topic of conversation.

In truth, however, she was a little worried. She had actually seen Stanley sending Tia home, so she was concerned about the dynamics of their relationship. Mrs. Wallace Sr. had even attempted to remind Tia about the matter, but all she got in exchange was a piece of information which meant nothing out of context: Cherry was leaving. Other than that, Tia had not mentioned anything else.

Now that Mrs. Wallace Sr. understood the situation in its entirety, her worries began to fade.

After Mrs. Wallace Sr. had spoken, she snuck another glance at Tia. This time however, her gaze was brimming with pity and concern.

Sensing the old woman’s gaze, Tia lowered her head in a hurry. She was petrified, unable to look Mrs. Wallace Sr. in the eyes.

It was then that Nicole looked at Tia and smiled. “Stanley did say that he will explain everything to the family once Cherry has left.”

All of a sudden, a clank resounded in the room. Tia’s hands were shaking, and as it turned out, she had dropped the fork she was holding onto, as well as the piece of vegetable skewered on it. Her face was also bright red in embarrassment.

a soft voice as she looked

it off, trying very hard to appear calm, and proceeded

her reaction. All she felt was a surge of nervousness when she heard that Stanley was going

he was prepared to reveal. Then, there was also the question

Nicole brought Nolan and Lana back to the main section of

was already late. Due to this, Nicole did not

stories

ones were asleep, Nicole returned to

front of the study table. In a rare instance, he was not using his computer for once.

face, she walked up

placed the book down and turned to

grandma’s place. When we came back, they were complaining they were tired. So, I read a couple of stories to them and tucked them in

hands, “It’s getting late. Let’s get some

“Okay.” Nicole replied.