?Chapter 169:
While cruising through the streets, Chris pulled out his phone again, skimming through the flood ofments under histest post. The sun had barely risen, but thanks to his sky-high poprity, thement section was already buzzing like a beehive.
“Wow, even Justiceze has off days? LMAO. Winning her back isn’t rocket science. Be real, sweet-talk her, and boom — she’lle running.”
“Easy. Buy her a bag. If that doesn’t work, buy two. It never fails. That’s how I keep my wife happy.”
“Men are hopeless. Justiceze, listen close: We don’t care about fancy gifts. We care about attitude and real feelings. Cut the crap, own up to your mistakes, and actually listen for once.”
“Why make itplicated? Send her flowers. Women can’t resist them. Just like that, problem fixed.”
“Honestly, crawl on a pile of Legos if you have to. Pain shows sincerity, and she might just pity you enough to forgive.”
“Bro, your wife’s mad, and you’re still ying it cool? Get on your knees before you blow it!”
Chris scrolled through dozens ofments, a smirk tugging at his lips. Honestly, these people were offering better advice than half the stuff he found on Google.
Of course, there were the jokers too — daring him to kneel on a cactus or survive walking barefoot on Legos — and ironically, those wildments were getting the most likes.
Chris hadn’t said a single word since getting into the car. From the driver’s seat, Brad couldn’t help but steal nces at Chris in the rearview mirror. Chris was fixated on his phone, grinning and chuckling quietly to himself every so often.
What was going on?
Your imagination thrives at punt
Finally, he couldn’t bite his tongue anymore. After a long breath, he asked, “Mr. Cooper, what’s got you in such a good mood?”
Chris shot him a half-hearted look and said, “You don’t have a wife. You wouldn’t understand.” Brad was floored. That one hit him right between the eyes.
From the back seat, Chris casually added, “Find a florist. Order a bouquet of the best red roses you can get.”
At Marvelous Garden, Maia was up at the crack of dawn, whipping up a hearty breakfast and lunch before rushing over to the Primary Healthcare Center. Inside the VIP ward, Ethan had fallen asleep at a small coffee table. Some papers were crushed under his arm, and a brand-new phone rested by his side.
He didn’t stir when Maia slipped quietly into the room.
Maia quietly ced the food on the bedside table. She tiptoed to Ethan’s side but didn’t wake him. Instead, her eyes drifted toward the papers under his arm. She frowned, narrowing her gaze. From where she stood, it looked like a page packed with intricate forms.
She gently pulled out a sheet, and as she read it, Maia’s eyes went wide in disbelief.
The top of the paper was filled withplex math problems, and beneath them, Ethan’s precise solutions. Some of it was advanced college-level calculus.
Ethan had used forms and theorems far beyond what any typical high school freshman should know, and the wildest part? Every answer was wless.
Maia stood frozen, stunned. At his age, Ethan should barely be entering high school, not tackling mind-bending problems like this. Could Ethan really be… a math prodigy? Maia thought.
Ethan slowly opened his eyes, feeling the world graduallye into focus as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. When he saw Maia standing there, his face lit up with surprise and joy.
“Maia! You’re here!” he burst out, springing to his feet with enthusiasm. In his rush, he identally tipped over a stack of papers he had been holding, sending them fluttering across the floor right into Maia’s path. Maia bent down to gather the scattered papers, her gaze quickly catching theplex calctions scribbled on them.
“Ethan, did you work through all these by yourself? Did you check the answers?” she inquired, holding up the sheets.
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