Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 132 Robbing A Bank

Eileen spoke without hesitation, although she wasn’t sure how many people had heard her. She was unsure about what Elm had been through, but in that moment, she was on Elm’s side. Elm had risked his life to save me, so I should at least find the courage to stand up and protect him. Besides, he was innocently slapped by Yvette.

At the same time, Eileen knew that Elm had always been a proud individual.

Eileen packed up her books and left the library with Elm.

“Stop right there!” Yvette yelled.

However, neither Eileen nor Elm turned around.

“Are you finished?” Eric’s voice suddenly turned icy.

Yvette looked at him and saw his deep eyes filled with absolute coldness. The once warm library seemed to have dropped in temperature, as if the air around her had become colder.

She had never encountered such a terrifying aura. “What?”

Without saying a word, Eric left with measured steps.

He walked quickly, so Yvette had to jog to keep up.

Watching him get into the car, Yvette was afraid that he might leave without her. She quickly climbed into the passenger seat.

She fastened her seatbelt, but Eric didn’t start the car. His eyes, deep and inscrutable, seemed lost in thought.

“I’m here to help you. Why are you getting angry at me when you’re the one who didn’t bring the person back?” Yvette said, feeling somewhat wronged. That was the first time she had spoken to someone in such a manner.

In his presence, she simply couldn’t hold back her emotions.

“Eric… Is everything Eileen just said true?” she asked softly, unable to resist glancing at his handsome, sculpted profile. /

“Do you want to know the answer?” He glanced sideways, locking eyes with her.

Yvette’s heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat unusually erratic.

His deep, magnetic voice resonated, and Yvette was instantly captivated by his gaze. At that

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moment, her heart was racing.

shook her head and said, “I don’t want to know anymore. It’s your family matter. It has nothing to do with me. Eric, it’s so late. Hurry

flicker of something unusual

and had Elm roll it over his face. The slap that Yvette gave him was not light. She didn’t have any medicine on hand, so

tidying up the dining table, she took out my backpack and spread out the books.

plenty of time, so she thought she could learn a few

up and walked over. “You really love studying, don’t

down and looked up at him. “What are you doing?”

mean? I’m eating the egg!” He had already swallowed half of it while the other half was still in

that you could roll it over your cheek!” Eileen said.

next to her.

at his smiling face, feeling a strange sensation in

Eileen didn’t say anything

we?” he

she reminded.

topic while writing the process

truth, Elm was really

Elm

there had been some progress, so

had just happened and began to fully immerse themselves.

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their studies

it, it was

a day. Elm closed the pen cap.

already conscientiously moved to the edge of the couch, spreading out the blanket. Eileen looked at him, her

asked, “Do

raising an eyebrow.

thoughts. I’m afraid you might stink!” Eileen responded. What exactly goes through

for him. “It’s new.

and said,

to freshen up because she had already showered at school

day before because he

with everything, she let him

her, she heard Elm saying,

up slightly. “Understood. Go to bed early.

night,” Elm replied.

morning, Eileen, having tidied up, came out to see a slender figure standing in the kitchen. He had

life, Eileen thought he wouldn’t know how to cook. This is my first time seeing a man cook in the kitchen. In the mindset of some men, cooking in the kitchen is something that women should be doing. Well, even that

bring the noodles,” he said