My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Ellar’s eyes glinted with pain and anguish at Patricia’s response, but he gritted his teeth and followed her anyway. He could feel that Patricia’s resistance toward him was not as strong as he had expected, so he would do well not to give up now.

Once they were in the car, Patricia, her tone cold and indifferent, said, ’Sit tight, I’ll take you home first.”

After that, she floored the gas pedal, bringing the car out of the parking lot in a jiffy. Having anticipated how fast she would be going, El la r instinctively fastened his seatbelt and grabbed the handle.

On the way, Patricia was going at 80 miles an hour, making the atmosphere in the car quiet yet tense, with a nervous Ellar tightening his grip on the handle, his face scrunched up in fear and concern. He knew that Patricia was in a bad mood, and could not help but wonder if it was because of the confession he had made earlier.

After a while, Patricia took a right turn and brought him right to the entrance of BayCorp.

“Get off,” Patricia ordered, her voice still sounding somewhat cold.

“Okay.” Ellar, aware of her bad mood, obediently got out of the car, but not before dropping her a reminder. “Be careful on your way back.”

take care of yourself,” Patricia said and stepped on the gas,

who was left in an eerily empty street, grew increasingly worried as he watched her race off at breakneck speeds. At the pace she was going, one would think she

tail Patricia from behind. It was only after he had followed her around for a bit that he realized Patricia was not returning to her apartment. Instead, she was making her way to the outskirts of

Ellar understood what she was up to. As it turned out, she was looking for a place to vent. It seemed that she was not as calm as she had appeared. Deep down, she might as well have been a nervous

at blistering speeds. Within her chest was a strong, disruptive force weighing down on her heart and gnawing away at her, and it was only by driving recklessly that she could feel

she simply could not give them a chance. Still, she could not be bothered to acknowledge that she had been too harsh or cold in her treatment toward him

gone to bed, making both the house and the courtyard exceptionally quiet save for the symphony of crickets chirping

on to hold Nicole’s hand as they walked side by

anything to say about Ellar and Patricia?” Nicole asked Jared

that Jared would do something so out-of -character for a man as stern and

forthemselves,”

was not concerned about trivial issues