My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Patricia felt this was probably for the best, to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Ellar watched Patricia leave without hesitation, feeling a deep, muted pain in his heart.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Riddle, these are urgent," his secretary announced, entering the room.

"Just leave them," Ellar instructed, returning to his desk.

After the secretary placed the documents down and left, Ellar picked them up without hesitation and began to work, engrossed in his tasks for the entire morning.

Noticing Ellar hadn't left his office, Patricia approached with a puzzled look.

She knocked on his office door.

"Come in," Ellar's voice sounded from inside.

Opening the door, Patricia asked, "Aren't you going to have lunch? It's lunchtime." "I'm not eating," Ellar responded tersely, then returned his focus to the documents.

Patricia was taken aback.

moment's hesitation, she closed the door and

document tighter, a sense

Patricia hesitated for a

company, she instructed the secretary to deliver the

“Take it away.

eating," Ellar said,

must eat your lunch, or you won't hold up." "] don't care

to listen..."" Ellar paused

"Patricia," the secretary repeated, still somewhat puzzled by

sudden change

the secretary's confusion, Ellar sternly said, "Just leave

Mr. Riddle." After placing the meal box on the desk, the secretary

set aside the documents he was holding and looked

does care after all." The gloom that had enveloped Ellar

after his lunch, Ellar

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