Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 132 Robbing A Bank

Eileen spoke without hesitation, although she wasn’t sure how many people had heard her. She was unsure about what Elm had been through, but in that moment, she was on Elm’s side. Elm had risked his life to save me, so I should at least find the courage to stand up and protect him. Besides, he was innocently slapped by Yvette.

At the same time, Eileen knew that Elm had always been a proud individual.

Eileen packed up her books and left the library with Elm.

“Stop right there!” Yvette yelled.

However, neither Eileen nor Elm turned around.

“Are you finished?” Eric’s voice suddenly turned icy.

Yvette looked at him and saw his deep eyes filled with absolute coldness. The once warm library seemed to have dropped in temperature, as if the air around her had become colder.

She had never encountered such a terrifying aura. “What?”

Without saying a word, Eric left with measured steps.

He walked quickly, so Yvette had to jog to keep up.

Watching him get into the car, Yvette was afraid that he might leave without her. She quickly climbed into the passenger seat.

She fastened her seatbelt, but Eric didn’t start the car. His eyes, deep and inscrutable, seemed lost in thought.

“I’m here to help you. Why are you getting angry at me when you’re the one who didn’t bring the person back?” Yvette said, feeling somewhat wronged. That was the first time she had spoken to someone in such a manner.

In his presence, she simply couldn’t hold back her emotions.

“Eric… Is everything Eileen just said true?” she asked softly, unable to resist glancing at his handsome, sculpted profile. /

“Do you want to know the answer?” He glanced sideways, locking eyes with her.

Yvette’s heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat unusually erratic.

His deep, magnetic voice resonated, and Yvette was instantly captivated by his gaze. At that

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moment, her heart was racing.

She shook her head and said, “I don’t want to know anymore. It’s your family matter. It has nothing to do with me. Eric, it’s so late. Hurry up and take me home. I’m exhausted.”

sneezing lightly, a flicker of something unusual quickly

an egg out of the refrigerator, boiled it, and had Elm roll it over his face. The slap that Yvette gave him was not light. She didn’t

the dining table, she took out my backpack and spread

thought she could learn

and walked over. “You really love studying, don’t

at him.

swallowed half of it while the other half was still in

you so that you could roll it over your cheek!” Eileen

and sat down next to her. “Don’t worry. I’m not

face, feeling a strange sensation in her

Eileen

we?” he

paper,” she reminded.

the topic while writing the process

truth, Elm was really intelligent, but he

the time she posed another question, Elm

been some progress, so at least the effort wasn’t in

happened and began

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their studies

they knew it, it was

a day. Elm

again, Elm had already conscientiously moved to the edge of the couch, spreading out the blanket. Eileen looked at him, her thin lips parting as if

“Do you want to take

eyebrow.

your dirty thoughts. I’m afraid you might stink!” Eileen responded. What exactly goes through his mind

she fetched a bathrobe for him. “It’s

it and said, “Oh…

to freshen up because she had already showered

didn’t shower the day before because he was there.

everything, she let him use

room and was about to close the door behind her, she heard Elm saying, “I also want to take the

up slightly. “Understood. Go

Elm replied.

tidied up, came out to see a slender figure standing

my first time seeing a man cook in the kitchen. In the mindset of some men, cooking in the kitchen is something that women should be doing. Well, even that person has never

said without turning

backpack and walked over. Upon closer inspection, the slap mark on his face had faded slightly, but there

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