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’s your family matter. It has nothing to do with me. Eric, it’s so late. Hurry up and take me home. I’m exhausted.”

her mouth, sneezing lightly, a flicker of something unusual quickly passing

of the refrigerator, boiled it, and had Elm roll it over his face. The slap that Yvette gave him was not

table, she took out my backpack and spread out

plenty of time, so she thought she could

over. “You

and looked up at him. “What are

swallowed half of it while the

you could

out a chair and sat down next to her.

strange sensation in her heart. How

Eileen didn’t say anything else.

we?”

paper,” she

out the paper, discussing the topic while writing

was really intelligent, but he just didn’t want to study.

posed another question, Elm was completely capable

there had been some progress, so at least

happened and began to

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their studies

knew it, it

it a day. Elm closed the

she lifted her head again, Elm had already conscientiously moved to the edge of the couch, spreading out the blanket. Eileen looked at him, her thin lips parting as

that in mind, Eileen asked, “Do

an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

afraid you might stink!” Eileen

the room, she fetched a bathrobe for him. “It’s new. I’ve

took it and said, “Oh…

went to freshen up because she had already showered at

didn’t shower the day before because he was

she was done with everything, she let

arrived in the room and was about to close the door behind her, she heard Elm saying, “I also want to

up slightly. “Understood. Go to bed early. Good night.”

night,” Elm

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

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 person has never once cooked a meal

he said without turning his head.