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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even that habit she

you eat so little all day. You must have low blood sugar. Rest for a while.

Eileen spoke calmly. “Could you check if there’s anything in

“Alright.”

there should be some

Mary ascended the stairs with a thick file in her hands.

opened it. What she pulled

to attend

on Eileen’s face.

of award is it?” asked Mary.

“It’s not clear yet. It seems the award will be announced

approached painting the picture with a mindset of giving it

receiving a bonus, she could also sign

followed related topics online, hearing that

the path of Olympiad Math proved impassable, she would find another

countless possibilities. Even if she felt incapable of doing anything, why shouldn’t she

received a call on my mobile phone. The caller didn’t say a word.

eights. In her long life, that was the

one wouldn’t dare

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she picked up her

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

matter what kind of emotion she was dealing with, Eileen

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 more pieces of clothing. However, to enhance her complexion, she

Undella Mansion after such a long time. Outside,

driver she 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. Having her own car would certainly make getting out and about every

Boundless Tech, she happened to hit

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

Hotel, Jasper sat in the main seat below the stage. Next to him sat a woman with red curled hair, dressed in a

tattoo on her neck, extending to her chest, was also eye-catching.

right, gently reminded him, “Mr.

fingernails. “I heard that the only one who won an

remained silent, his intimidating gaze dimmed, fixated