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.

anymore. It’s your family matter. It has nothing to do with

her mouth, sneezing lightly, a flicker of something

Elm roll it over his face. The slap that Yvette gave him was

the dining table, she took

plenty of time, so she thought

walked over. “You really love studying,

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

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

that you could

out a chair and sat down next

looked at his smiling face, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. How is he still able

Eileen

were we?”

she

topic while writing the process

as thoroughly as possible. In truth, Elm was

she posed another question, Elm was

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

what had just happened and

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their studies

they knew it, it

it a day. Elm closed

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.

that in mind, Eileen asked, “Do you want

raising an eyebrow. “What are

afraid you might stink!” Eileen responded. What exactly goes through his

a bathrobe for him.

said,

freshen up because she had already showered at school

the day before because

everything, she let him use the

the room and was about to close the door behind her, she

“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

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 for me.

said without turning