My Wife Act Differently Behind Me
Chapter 254

Chapter 254

Rowan immediately shrank back as he laughed. "Let's talk like civilized people. I'll leave myself."

He remembered the one time he interrupted Nicole's experiment, and she gave him the same kind of gaze. The next second, she tossed him out of the lab. He was not exaggerating. She really did toss him out.

Rowan fell outside the door, his entire person in a daze. He pinched his muscles in disbelief, and when he looked at Nicole's slender arm, he started to doubt himself.

However, he had the awareness to never challenge Nicole's patience.

A long separation somewhat dulled that pain as Rowan walked out of the ward with an impassive look on his face.

He had not slept for a whole day and night. He was not a monster like Nicole.

He still needed his sleep.

Nicole ignored Rowan as she slowly twirled her pen and quickly went through the exercise. She did not have much time left and needed to learn the cumbersome algorithms used by the common folk to calculate these things. After all, the International Math's Olympiad questions were different from the ones in Hustuaburg. Nicole flipped through this upgraded exercise book with a faint look of interest in her eyes.

Two hours later, she was almost done with the exercise. She stretched back and relaxed her brain, yet she did not feel tired at all.

She only wanted coffee. She looked at Mr. Riddle Sr. before her. His heart rate had gradually stabilized, calm and powerful as if it had returned to normal.

But Nicole knew very well that even with specialized medicines, it would take until at least tomorrow to ensure nothing was wrong.

She put her legs on the table before her as her thoughts floated far away. A person would die of age or sickness sooner or later, and doctors were just trying to lengthen the whole process before that time arrived.

'If this kind of incident could happen to grandpa, whose life is well - provided for, then what about Grandma, who is not much different from him in age?' Thinking that she had not seen Mrs. Wallace Sr. for almost a month now, she let out a soft sigh. 'Let's replace one day to go back to Great Oak'

Rowan had taken his nap and stretched as he walked out. Upon seeing Nicole's expressionless face, he was surprised. "It can't be right. You're not on a mission, so why aren't you resting?" He walked over to inspect Mr. Riddle Sr.'s condition and patted Nicole on the shoulder. "Don't worry, the operation was very successful, and the medicine is also working now. You don't have to stay here. I'll take over, go and get some rest."

Before his words even trailed off, he saw Nicole looking at him, her voice rather soft. "Do you have coffee here?" Rowan raised his eyebrow. "Of course, Americano with no sugar, right?" Nicole nodded as she looked at Rowan with an inexplicable gaze.

Rowan saw the contempt in her glance as he roared at her. "Was? Ich füge gerne Zucker und Milch mit meinen Schwarzkaffee, gibt es eien problem?" (What? I like to add sugar and milk to my black coffee, is there a problem?)

He was so anxious that he spurted out a sentence directly in Almagnian. Nicole raised her eyebrow, and as she looked at Rowan's face, she did not respond to his temper but instead replied in Almagnian too, "Weiß dein Vater Du bist hier?" (Does your father know you are here?) Rowan shook his head irritably as he heard that. The braid on his head too shook as well. He pushed his hand into the pocket of his coat, and a look of rejection of broaching this topic appeared on his face.