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.”

of yourself,” Patricia said and stepped on the gas, speeding off and leaving a

increasingly worried as he watched her race off at breakneck speeds. At the pace she

put his worries aside, Ellar hailed a cab down and ordered the driver to tail Patricia from behind. It was only after he had followed her around for a bit that he

this time?’ And it was not until Patricia arrived at an open area that 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

blistering speeds. Within her chest was a strong, disruptive force weighing down on her heart and

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 as there were factors beyond her control;

had just returned to the Riddle residence. It was already late, and everyone had already gone to bed, making both the house and the

to hold Nicole’s hand as they walked

and

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

decide forthemselves,” Jared said

was not concerned about trivial issues