Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 116 Just Playing Around

“Stop right there!”

There were fifteen minutes left. Eileen was about to head upstairs when she heard a roar echo from somewhere.

Shortly after, two people walked out from the entrance of the residential area. Elm had a cigarette in his hand, and chasing behind him was a stunning young lady who had styled her hair in long, wavy curls and was wearing a knitted maxi dress.

The young lady caught up with Elm and slapped him across the face. “Elm, you’re nothing but scum! What gives you the right to break up with me? Do you think you can send me away with just a text message? What do you take me for? A plaything you can summon and dismiss at your whim?”

Instead of getting angry, Elm smiled. He tossed away the cigarette in his hand and slipped his hands into his pockets. “I’m just fooling around. When I’m bored, I quit.”

Under the streetlights, the Blake light sprinkled on Elm’s head. As the gentle breeze blew, the stray strands of hair on his forehead covered his attractive, almond-shaped eyes. Half his face swelled up quickly, and a handprint appeared almost instantly.

“To be honest, I’m not interested in women who throw themselves at me. Maybe you should look for someone else!”

The elegantly dressed young lady pulled out a bottle of water from her bag and furiously poured it over Elm’s head. “Just you wait. My dad won’t let you off easily.”

Then, she threw the bottle aside and left quickly, leaving behind the disheveled Elm.

He shook the water off his head and swept his hair back.

I don’t think his girlfriend looked like this when I saw her the other time… Eileen was enjoying the show before her when, unexpectedly, the man looked in her direction.

His gaze seemed to ask if she enjoyed what she saw.

She calmly met his gaze for a few seconds. Then, she turned around, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button to go upstairs, all while feigning composure.

“Entering 810214, the password lock indicated a successful entry. That string of numbers for the door lock was Vera’s birth date.

She had memorized it after seeing Eric enter it once earlier that day.

Opening the door, she noticed the lights in the living room were still on, yet no one was around.

They must’ve been left on for me.

Eileen closed the door. A wave of fatigue quickly replaced the excitement within her when she saw the couch, which reminded her of the soft and comfortable bed. She walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, intending to drink a glass of milk. But at the thought that she was still on her period, she ultimately decided against it.

at the screen, she found a text message from

You

saw the messages sent on different dates. She grabbed a washed cucumber from the refrigerator and started munching on it as she casually

single lamp stood illuminated in Undella Mansion and

the original text in the dialogue box and replaced it with one

message had been

pajamas, the man sat on his bed. A book on how to suppress emotions. and treat mental illness lay

Jasper’s face upon seeing the response he received.

man on the bed, his hands holding medicine and a glass of water. Then, he knocked on the door.

Jasper

should get some rest now. Here’s your

another message from her when he picked up his phone

took the him and asked, “Mr. Jasper, are you still

cup from

do you think… she’s

“At this hour, Ms. Eileen should’ve just returned from her extracurricular class. She went to Primas Plaza to practice golf today. Mr. Wright was the one who

mind. Send me

Mr. Jasper.”

now. I want to rest.”

“Okay.”

Jasper picked up his phone again.

his hopes were dashed.

of frustration, he threw the book in his hand out, sending it crashing toward the painting on the wall. The masterpiece, an original work of

coming from the room, Richard

bad state sooner or later. He’s finally taken control of the company’s affairs. If it collapses now, it would be detrimental to him! Mr. Jasper can sit securely in his high position not only because he has the support of Old Mr. and Mrs. Smith but also

it’s not comparable to having Ms. Eileen’s company. Perhaps it’s time I

off Jasper. By the time she hung up the phone and finished her nightly routine, it was almost midnight. She turned

up at six in the morning, Sharon had already finished preparing breakfast. Eric also woke up earlier than usual and came out of his

word, yet the atmosphere was strangely

a glass bottle and placed it in front of Eileen, along

is still hot. Remember to drink it.””

“Mm-hmm.”

you bring the painkillers? Does

Eileen’s menstrual