My Wife is a Hacker novel 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.

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.