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

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that habit she had maintained for eighteen years, which had changed so effortlessly.

helped Eileen upstairs, all the while muttering, “Ms. Eileen, you eat so little all day. You must have low

calmly. “Could you check if there’s anything in the mailbox?”

“Alright.”

be some news by now. Eileen

with a thick file in her hands. “This just arrived.

pulled out was an

she was to attend the award ceremony

on Eileen’s

of award is it?” asked

not clear yet. It seems the award will be announced on

picture with a mindset of giving

addition to receiving a bonus, she could

she also followed related topics online, hearing that

path of Olympiad Math proved impassable,

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

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

all eights. In her long

any status, one wouldn’t dare

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picked up her phone

there’s actually no need for us to have too much interaction. He is indeed wonderful, but perhaps we are destined not to end

emotion she was dealing with, Eileen had always been sincere.

days later, at six in the afternoon, Eileen didn’t make any special effort 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

stepped out of Undella Mansion after such a long time. Outside, the sun was shining brightly,

had booked arrived at the door. As Eileen fastened her seatbelt, she pondered whether she should find some time to get a driver’s license.

she happened to hit

were the top executives of Boundless Tech present at that event, but also the senior

curled hair, dressed

the magnetic tattoo on her neck, extending to her chest, was

him, “Mr. Smith, an hour has already passed. When shall we

“I heard that the only one who won an award this time is

fixated on the stage. “Let’s begin