His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.

Chapter 689 Trauma

Chapter 689: Chapter 689 Trauma Bella was focused. Her eyes were fixed on the professor, her notebook open, her pen in hand. After two days of leave, she was finally back on campus. The break had been necessary because of the stalker, the gift, the note, and the fear. But she couldn’t hide forever.

Guards were stationed at every entrance of the building. More guards patrolled the campus grounds. A few were even disguised as students, blending in with the crowd, their eyes scanning constantly.

A small CCTV camera, no bigger than a button, was attached to the inside of her bag. It was so small that it didn’t look like a camera at all. Most people wouldn’t even notice it. Zeke had sent it to her after hearing about her situation.

Zeke was busy these days. His family business was facing an intense battle between heirs. His cousins were qualified, ambitious, and backed by powerful allies. One cousin had married into a powerful family, and that family was now pressuring the board to support him instead of Zeke.

Bella felt bad seeing him so stressed. She had been helping him where she could, offering advice, sharing insights, even buying shares in his secret company. It made her one of the silent partners, a stakeholder in something that could one day rival his family’s empire.

It was unbearable. His parents had arranged marriages for power and connections, and Zeke hated it. He loved his parents, he couldn’t help it, but he hated watching them fight. Every dinner, every gathering, every holiday ended in arguments about money, about influence, about whose family had more power.

He longed for someone who understood him. Someone who would take care of him, not because of his money or his name, but because they actually cared. It was a simple dream, but he hadn’t found that person yet.

"Bella. Bella!"

"Let’s go to the lab," Mira said.

"I noticed." Mira smiled. "Come on. Karl’s already there."

She followed Mira out of the lecture hall, her guards falling into step behind her at a distance.

Bella sighed and sank into her seat. After just two days of leave, she had already missed college and her friends terribly.

A waitress approached their table.

But what caught Bella’s attention were her eyes.

"What can I get for you?" the waitress asked, her voice cheerful. She had a notepad in her hand, but it was upside down.

The waitress scribbled on her notepad sideways, smiled brightly, and turned to leave. She walked straight into a chair.

The chair, of course, didn’t respond.

Mira stared after her. "Is she okay?"

Karl picked up a menu. "She’s just enthusiastic."

Bella winced.

She set the cold coffee in front of Bella, the tea in front of Mira, the black coffee in front of Karl. Then she placed a slice of chocolate cake in the center of the table.

Bella smiled. "Thank you."

"You have really pretty hair," the waitress blurted out.

"Like, really pretty. Is it natural?"

"That’s amazing. Mine is natural too. Well, most of it. The front parts are natural. The back is..." She paused, frowning. "Actually, all of it is natural. I think."

The waitress tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, missed, and tucked again. "Anyway. Enjoy your food. If you need anything, just wave. Or call out. Or throw something. I’ll hear it. Probably."

She set them on the table. "There. Now you have napkins."

"You’re welcome. Again." The waitress smiled, then hurried back to the counter, nearly tripping over her own feet.