My Wife is a Hacker

Chapter 3069

"You shouldn't drink so much when you can't handle it," Martin said with a hint of helplessness.

Supporting Cindy proved to be quite a challenge, so he ended up carrying her back to her apartment.

After he laid her down on the bed and tucked her in, Martin went to the kitchen.

He made some lemon ginger tea and helped Cindy drink it, making sure she finished it all before

feeling a bit better.

"Just try to sleep it off. You'll feel better in the morning," Martin said, putting the empty bowl away, ready

to head out.

Suddenly, Cindy grabbed onto the edge of his clothes, muttering something.

Struggling to make out her words, Martin leaned in closer to hear her better.

"Martin, don't you get how I feel? Why do you seem so cold?

"I'm leaving. I won't bother you anymore. I'm going back to get married. I hope you find happiness...

"Martin, why don't you care about me?"

While Martin was listening to Cindy's disjointed words, his frown deepened. 'She's going back to get

married? Why didn't she mention this before?'

Standing up slowly, Martin felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him, making his steps feel

heavy.

Cindy rolled over, her voice choked with emotion, and it took a while before she drifted back into a deep

sleep.

Martin watched her for a moment before turning off the light and leaving the room quietly. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

As dawn broke, Cindy woke up with a slight headache, furrowing her brow as she sat up.

Looking around at the familiar room, she blinked, trying to remember what had happened.

Her friends had gone out for drinks to see her off, but how she ended up back in her apartment was a

blur. She realized she hadn't even changed out of her clothes from the day before into pajamas.

Her eyes fell on an empty cup on the bedside table, and she figured it must have had tea in it.

'Someone must have brought me back and made me tea. I doubt I did it myself.1 Briefly, she thought of

Martin, but she shook her head, pushing the idea away.

After she got up and went through her morning routine, Cindy started packing her bags with a heavy

heart, trying to focus on the task instead of dwelling on wishful thinking.

'Even if Martin helped me, he just sees me as a friend.' A role she knew he was limited to in her life.

Meanwhile, in the lab, Martin was deep into his work when he heard Nicole saying that Lulu had left her

backpack behind.

Glancing up, he casually suggested, "I think I saw it; let Cindy fetch it for you."

But as soon as he said Cindy's name, Martin suddenly stopped, realizing his mistake-Cindy wouldn't be

coming by anymore. After a short pause, he stood up awkwardly. "I'll get it." "No need; just tell me

where it is. I'll grab it myself," Nicole said, aware that interrupting Martin's ongoing experiment would be

inconvenient.

"Okay, it's on the table outside,' Martin directed her.

"I won't bother you anymore. I'll just get it and go," Nicole said before picking up the backpack and

leaving.

Alone in the lab, Martin felt an unusual emptiness and solitude fill the space.