Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 236 Waiting For Her

Every now and then, the school would call the mansion, but Eileen just wanted some peace. So, she unplugged all the phone lines and didn’t even know where her cell phone was. Eileen had completely isolated herself from the outside world.

In this way, she led a simple life day by day, eating, sleeping, and painting. Occasionally, when she was in a good mood, she would water the flowers in the garden.

Meanwhile, at Caerulus Corporation, Eric casually put his hand in his pocket as he walked out of the meeting room, with Gavin following closely by his side. “How are things going at Undella Mansion?”

Gavin reported, “Ms. Eileen has confined herself to the mansion since she returned from the hospital. It’s been a long time since she last stepped out.”

Eric’s eyes were mysteriously inscrutable. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. “Mhm.”

When Eric returned to his office, he sat at his desk, absentmindedly moving the mouse in his hand. A scene from the mansion’s grand hall appeared on the computer screen. A woman was casually dressed in Blake, knee-length floral loungewear, sitting cross-legged in the hall, washing a paintbrush in her hand. The image was zoomed in, revealing the enticing curve near her chest, a pair of prominent peaks, seemingly due to the lack of an undergarment. The thin fabric revealed two protruding points, leaving much to the imagination.

Eric picked up the freshly brewed coffee from the side of the table and took a sip, trying to calm the unease in his stomach.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t do anything. She simply chose not to.

Even if she was useless, he had the ability to ensure she lived a worry-free and peaceful life for the rest of her days.

Everything Eileen had been doing those days was under his watchful eye. He knew every move she made like the back of his hand.

On the screen, the young woman who was originally sitting used the couch to stand up. However, her body swayed unsteadily, and just as she was about to fall, a sense of unease inevitably tightened in Eric’s heart. Fortunately, a housekeeper appeared in time to steady

her.

As she moved, Eric spotted the neglected milk bottles in the corner.

Eric’s eyebrows furrowed once again.

Eric remembered Eileen’s routine. Every day, she would have a drink before bed and upon

|||

14

it seemed like her eyes could no longer accommodate even that habit she had maintained for eighteen years,

muttering, “Ms. Eileen, you eat so little all day. You must have low blood sugar. Rest for a while. I’ll bring the food

on the bed, Eileen spoke calmly. “Could you

“Alright.”

there should be some

the stairs with a thick file

she pulled out was an

that she was to attend

smile appeared on Eileen’s face.

kind of award is it?” asked Mary.

not clear yet. It seems the award will

painting the picture with a mindset of giving it

she could also sign a work contract.

first, she also followed related topics online, hearing that they were quite valuable.

the path of Olympiad Math proved impassable, she would find

felt incapable of doing anything, why shouldn’t she try?

long ago, I received a call on my mobile phone. The caller didn’t say a word. I have no

was all eights. In her long life, that was the first time she had ever seen such

any status, one wouldn’t dare to use that

24

she picked up her phone to show Eileen.

the answer in his heart, there’s actually no need for us to have too much interaction. He is indeed wonderful, but perhaps we are

of emotion she was

to dress up. She simply wore a casual black hooded jacket and light-colored sporty long pants. The weather hadn’t warmed up yet, so she layered a few more

since being discharged from the hospital that she willingly stepped out of Undella Mansion after such a long time. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, its rays casting a warm glow

she should find some time to get a driver’s license. Having

way to Boundless Tech, she happened to hit the evening rush hour.

top executives of Boundless Tech present at that event, but

sat a woman with red curled hair, dressed in a black strapless dress. She was flamboyant and wild, with diamond tassel earrings hanging

magnetic tattoo on her neck, extending to her

sitting to Jasper’s right, gently reminded him, “Mr. Smith, an hour has already passed. When shall we

idly fiddled with her fingernails. “I heard that the only one who won an award this time is Eileen. You’re not waiting for her, are you?”

remained silent, his intimidating gaze dimmed, fixated on the stage. “Let’s begin