The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 566

She glared at Sean, “Why do you always cause trouble?”

At first, Sean thought she was just acting. She told him that writing was her profession. So, she should know that she had to always keep backup copies of important documents. But he could see her face was livid.

Estella took the laptop and the keyboard was still dripping. “Everything’s gone now… ruined!”

She scowled and then started crying.

Tears came streaming down her face as she cried harder, drawing the attention of the people in the canteen.

Sean freaked out and tried to stop her from crying. “I’ll contact the Larson Group technical staff right away. They’ll fix your laptop and you won’t lose any data. They’re very good at these things.”

“You didn’t lie to me, did you?” Estella stopped crying and sniffed.

She took a piece of tissue and sat back in her seat to wipe her tears, before reminding him, “Take my laptop to the technical engineers now. If it is really beyond repair…”

Estella was about to cry again.

Sean hurriedly waved his hand, “Okay, I’ll go right now.” He picked up the laptop and looked at their unfinished dinner on the table. He asked, “What about the food?”

hands, Estella answered, “We can’t waste food. Pack them up and take them to the

the technology department of the Larson Group, Sean

eat all that?” The engineers were surprised to see the two huge take-out boxes

Estella. She seemed very anxious,

pacing around me, and I’m easily distracted.” The technician’s hand had been shaking while he unscrewed the last screw. He

with embarrassment. Her stomach

and have something to eat. It might take a few hours to repair your laptop.” Sean took Estella’s arm and led her to a seat outside the

the food. Estella, despite still being upset, had her appetite return immediately when she saw the

it

started eating. She was so involved in her food that

should deal with the wound

at the wound indifferently, “It doesn’t hurt.

making me feel uncomfortable seeing you bleed. Don’t move. I’ll

a good idea.” Estella wasn’t one to beat around the bush, so she leaned back and said, “We’re

You may be a writer, but you can be really conservative. Can’t you take me as your friend?” While he was talking, Sean took Estella’s fork and said, “Tell me what you want to

was a big deal,

as she said, with meticulous

from the corner of her eyes. He didn’t look like it bothered him at all, and it was as