My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

“Leave it,” Nicole told the secretary, her eyes fixed on the door. ‘Wasn’t that Patricia just now? So she must have heard what Ellar said.’ Once the secretary left, Nicole turned to Ellar and asked, “Are you really giving up? Don’t you want to give it another shot?”

Ellar shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to fight, but I can’t. If this is Patricia’s decision, I don’t want to complicate things for her. I just want her to be happy.”

Nicole sighed, saying, “Forget it. Sort it out yourself.” She figured if Patricia didn’t explain, there wasn’t much to say. She’d let Ellar figure things out on his own.

“What do you mean?” Ellar asked, a bit puzzled.

Nicole didn’t elaborate. She simply looked at Ellar and said, “You should go back to BayCorp.” “Okay.” Ellar checked the time and agreed, “Sure, I won’t keep you from your work.” “If you’re really set on this decision, change your current life. If you’re unsure, then figure it out yourself,’ Nicole advised before letting him go.

Outside Riddle Corporation, Ell ar sat in the car but didn’t tell the chauffeur to move. Leaning back, he stared at the gate, deep in thought.

but after careful thought, it seemed like there wasn’t anything extraordinary. Unable to unravel it, Ellar

r drove off, unaware of a slender

he said to Nicole and

own cheek, Patricia bit her lip, then turned and walked toward the

her, “Ms. Riddle, the project is on track now. We’re just waiting for the raw materials

keep an eye

refrained from asking about personal matters. She felt it was best

Nicole couldn’t help but notice that Patricia seemed to be dealing with her own struggles, possibly linked to

so be cautious.” “I get it,” Patricia cautiously responded. She understood Nicole’s implication;

on with your work,” Nicole

Patricia acknowledged and