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.

It has nothing to do with me. Eric, it’s so late.

a flicker of something unusual quickly passing through her

an egg out of the refrigerator, boiled it, and had Elm roll it over his face. The slap

you’re done.” After tidying up the dining table, she took out

time, so she thought

“You really love

up at him.

mean? I’m eating the egg!” He had already swallowed half of

gave it to you so that you could roll it over

and sat down next

his smiling face, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.

that, Eileen didn’t say anything

were we?” he asked.

she

paper, discussing the topic while writing the process and

possible. In truth, Elm was really intelligent,

another question, Elm was

that there had been some progress, so at least the effort wasn’t in vain.

forgot about what had just happened and began to fully immerse

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their studies

knew it, it was almost midnight.

a day. Elm closed the pen

her thin lips parting as if to say something, but the words were swallowed back down. Forget about it. I’ll

asked, “Do you want to

eyebrow. “What are

stink!” Eileen responded. What exactly goes

the room, she fetched a bathrobe for him. “It’s new. I’ve never worn

took it and said, “Oh…

up because she had already showered at

shower the day before because he was

she was done with everything, she let him use

the door behind her, she

curled up slightly. “Understood. Go to

night,” Elm

slender figure standing in the kitchen. He had one hand tucked in his pocket, the other

his pampered 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

he said