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.

don’t want to know anymore. It’s your family matter. It has nothing to do with me. Eric, it’s so late.

a flicker of something unusual quickly passing

it, 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 that was the best she could

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

so she thought

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

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

half of it while the other half

gave it to you so that you could roll it

down next to her.

face, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. How is he still able

that, Eileen didn’t

we?” he asked.

she reminded.

the topic while writing the process

Elm was

another question, Elm was completely capable

so at least the

they forgot about what had just happened and

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their studies

they knew it, it was

it a day. Elm closed the

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

Eileen asked, “Do you want to take a

straightened up, raising an eyebrow. “What are you

I’m afraid you might stink!” Eileen responded. What exactly goes through his mind every day?

room, she fetched a bathrobe for him. “It’s

took it and said, “Oh… It’s pink.”

because she had already showered at school

the day before

with everything, she

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

curled up slightly. “Understood. Go to bed

Elm

out to see a slender figure standing in the kitchen. He had one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a fork.

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

he said without turning his head.