My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Initially, she was just making a joke, but upon seeing Patricia’s reaction to the innocent little remark she had made, she came to realize that the latter had taken it seriously.

Curious, Lulu furrowed her brows and whispered to Nicole,” Is Patricia worried about something she can’t divulge to us?”

She always felt that while Patricia did care about Eliar, she had never reciprocated Ellar’s feelings for her, and there must be a solid reason for that.

After glancing over at Patricia and back to Lulu, Nicole simply responded, “Maybe.”

Since it was a personal matter which Patricia did not seem too keen to talk about, Nicole did not want to probe too deeply. She believed in giving Patricia her personal space to figure things out on her own.

“Okay then,” Lulu responded, sighing as she looked at Patricia and Ellar.

She thought it would be a pity if the two missed the chance to get together, but ultimately, the final decision was for the duo of Patricia and Ellar to make.

After dinner, the group of five walked out of the restaurant.

“I’ll take you home,” Ellar said to Patricia.

Raising her eyebrows in annoyance, Patricia coldly replied,” You must understand that I need to drive Ms. Riddle home.”

“Well, my brother-in-law is coming to pick her up. You shouldn’t deprive him of what he is already planning on doing,” Ellar insisted, holding onto Patricia.

he had spoken, Jared’s car rounded the corner and pulled up before

Ellar waved at Jared

scrutinized Ellar, suspecting that he had intentionally called Jared

guilty, Ellar avoided Patricia’s gaze and turned to Nicole

to pick you up. You can go

agreed and made

to, but since Jared was already there, she got into the car anyway, not wanting to make a

disappeared into the distance, June and Lulu announced,

let’s go together. I’ll drive you both,” Patricia quickly

just get

hailed a

two seemed to be avoiding her like

let’s go home,” Ellar said to Patricia with a gentle smile etched

in, Patricia

when he saw that she was

Ellar to let

“Argh, that hurts!”

frustration crossed her lips at once. Not only had the women in her company avoided her like the plague, but they

at him and asked, “Your arm shouldn’t be hurting