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.

family matter. It has nothing to

sneezing lightly, a flicker of something unusual

face. The slap that Yvette gave him was not light. She didn’t have any medicine on hand, so that was the best

the dining table, she took

thought

walked over. “You

looked up at him.

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

gave it to you so that you could roll it over your

pulled out a chair and sat down next to her. “Don’t

smiling face, feeling a strange sensation in her

him like that, Eileen didn’t say anything

we?” he

paper,” she

took out the paper, discussing the topic while

thoroughly as possible. In truth, Elm was really

Elm was completely capable of solving

so at least the effort wasn’t in

they forgot about what had just happened and began to

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their studies

knew it, it was almost

Elm closed the pen cap.

the edge of the couch, spreading out the blanket. Eileen looked at him, her thin lips parting as if to say something, but the words were swallowed back down. Forget about it. I’ll just let him stay here one more night.

in mind, Eileen asked, “Do you want to take a bath?”

up, raising an eyebrow. “What are you up

Eileen responded. What exactly goes through his mind every day?

the room, she fetched a bathrobe for him.

took it and said,

freshen up because she had

shower the day before

was done with everything, she let him use the

about to close the door behind her, she heard Elm saying, “I also want to

curled up slightly. “Understood. Go to bed

night,” Elm replied.

a slender figure standing in the kitchen. He had one hand tucked

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

he said without turning his