My Wife Act Differently Behind Me

Chapter 2916

Patricia bit her lip, looking at Ellar's sad expression. She couldn't help but feel a tug at her heart.

"You should forget about me. It's impossible for us," she said, her voice filled with a mix of struggle and

restraint.

Deep down, Patricia knew their relationship couldn't be, constantly reminding herself to keep her

distance. Yet, somehow, Ellar had managed to creep into her heart.

She cared about him, wanted to know his feelings, worried, and thought about him often.

But all these feelings could only lead to the painful truth that it was impossible. She couldn't afford to

give him or herself any hope.

"Patricia, does he treat you well? Better than me, I bet," Ellar murmured, his voice filled with a mix of

hope and sadness.

"I..." Patricia started to say but was cut off.

Thud!

Ellar fell off the couch.

"Hey, be careful," Patricia quickly helped him up, her voice laced with concern.

Ellar, feeling a bit hurt from the fall, opened his eyes groggily. He saw a blurry figure that felt familiar.

"Patricia, is that you?" he asked tentatively, hoping it was her.

"Get up," Patricia said, helping him back onto the couch without another word.

Ellar, overcome with emotion, grabbed Patricia's hand. "It's you, isn't it? I knew you wouldn't leave me."

Patricia remained silent, just helping Ellar lie back down. "Go to sleep," she instructed gently.

"Okay," Ellar obediently closed his eyes.

Soon, Ellar fell back into a drowsy sleep, easing Patricia’s worried mind.

It seemed like he wasn't really awake just now, just jolted awake by the fall, but still not sober enough

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Seeing Ellar asleep again, Patricia decided not to leave and stayed to take care of him.

As dawn broke, Patricia watched Ellar sleeping more peacefully and finally felt reassured enough to

leave.

'Probably, with the alcohol wearing off, he will wake up feeling rough, but otherwise fine.'

She took one last deep look at Ellar, gently closed the office door behind her, and left with determined

steps.

The office was quiet again, as if nothing had happened.

When Nicole and Lulu arrived at the office, they were surprised to see Ellar still asleep.

"He's not going to be okay, is he?" Lulu expressed her

concern. "When will he wake up?"

Nicole walked over to the sofa and looked at Ellar. Seeing his color was okay, she nudged him, "Ellar,

wake up."

"Mm," Ellar groaned, slowly opening his eyes.

"That's a relief," Lulu sighed. "We thought you were going to die in drunk state."

As soon as Ellar heard Nicole and Lulu's voices, his mind started to clear.

Rubbing his temples, he sat up and looked around instinctively.

"What are you looking for?" Lulu asked, puzzled.

"Is it just you two?" Ellar mumbled, still somewhat hopeful as he scanned the room.

"This is Nicole's office, who else did you expect?" Lulu said, half-amused, half-concerned. "You must

have drunk a lot, huh? Are you still drunk?"

"Patricia? Where is she?" Ellar asked, confused. He had realized he was in Nicole's office, but he

remembered Patricia was there.