My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Ellar was caught off guard, quickly composing himself as he rolled down his car window.

Spotting Samuel, he couldn't resist an eye roll and asked, 'Why does it have to be you?" Samuel, with a curious tone, responded, "Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.

What brings you here? Why parked your car here?" "Just gearing up for work," Ellar responded, attempting to sound casual.

"I might as well join you then," Samuel declared, opening the car door and hopping in.

Ellar shot him a look.

"You're surprisingly free today, aren't you?" Samuel shrugged.

"Sort of.

Had an event, but it was a no-go.

Now I'm here, ran into you by chance." With no real alternative, Ellar started the car, muttering, "Lucky me." ‘Can't a guy even wallow in self-pity in peace?' he thought, a twinge of irritation surfacing.

'Is it too much to ask for a moment alone with my thoughts about a love that never started?! Samuel, picking up on the mood, tilted his head.

"Something up? You seem a bit out of sorts." Ellar grumbled quietly, "It's nothing," while secretly rolling his eyes.

‘Might as well face the music.

vanish overnight.'

okay?" Samuel inquired, concern evident in his

Ellar's expression tightened.

mention the last thing I want to

"No, you're mistaken.

been at the office," Ellar answered tersely, clearly not interested in discussing it

toward the

there after work?" Samuel guessed, thinking Ellar might be seeing

pry

issues between them, it

Samuel concluded

Ellar glanced at Samuel.

‘Out of everyone,

his house being renovated, his room taken over, and not having anywhere to

work, and Samuel, usually alone at his place, now couldn't even return to his

pretty rough," Ellar raised an eyebrow and suggested, "How about

the office?" "Missing one day

or not?"

don't drink." "If you don't drink,