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.

she glanced at the screen,

You

She grabbed a washed cucumber from the refrigerator and started munching on it as she casually crafted a message: My

moment, a single lamp stood illuminated in

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

displayed that the message had been

book on how to suppress emotions. and treat mental illness

smile graced Jasper’s face upon seeing the response

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

in,” Jasper uttered.

you should get some rest

his phone aside. He hoped he would receive another message from her when he picked up his

sleeping pill and washed it down with water. Richard took the him and asked, “Mr. Jasper, are you

cup from

you think… she’s doing right

went to Primas Plaza to practice golf today.

mind. Send me all

it, Mr.

I want

“Okay.”

picked

all his hopes were

fit 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 a famous artist worth millions, shattered

commotion coming from the room, Richard let out a sigh.

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

at the glass of water in his hand. No matter how good the medicine is, it’s not comparable to having Ms. Eileen’s company. Perhaps it’s time I do something. Mr. Jasper’s illness has flared up again. Hopefully, he doesn’t do things that will harm himself again like he did in

Jasper. By the time she hung up the phone and

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

didn’t say a word, yet

a glass bottle and placed it in front of Eileen, along with the lunch for the

still hot. Remember to

“Mm-hmm.”

bring the painkillers? Does it still hurt?”

Eileen’s menstrual