Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Chapter 49 To Be Struck

As soon as Emily jumped out of bed, she was stopped. A man stretched out his long arm and carried her into his arms. He gently caressed the back of her head with his big palm. From his voice, Emily didn’t know how he felt, “You okay now?”

The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter of metal.

Emily’s nose was filled with the smell of blood. She had just come back to life from her nightmare. But she kept trembling, with her back and forehead covering in a cold sweat. The man’s embrace was broad and warm. A faint nicotine smell went into Emily’s nose, sweeping away all her fears and anxiety.

“Mr. Vincent.” She said softly, her voice a little hoarse, “Did I stab you?”

Ever since she was reborn into this world, she had always put a knife under her pillow every night before she went to bed in case anything unexpected happened. Even if she slept over, she would definitely carry a dagger in her bag for defense.

In the past few nightmares, she had never resisted. In the dream, Elsie had once again stabbed her in the chest with the dagger, and then she fell into a deep abyss, unable to get up again.

But tonight, she fought back in her dreams. She thought that she just smelled the blood in her dreams, but she didn’t realize that it was real.

“It’s fine.” The man’s voice was calm. After saying that, he reached out and touched her face. Sure enough, there were tears.

When she first appeared by his pool, she cried hard and suppressed herself. When she was sent back to the Britt’s, she cried her eyes out. At Elsie’s birthday party, she pretended to cry grievously. At Mr. Ian’s birthday party, she went into the wrong room, and her eyes turned red.

She was such a cry baby, but it was this cry baby that gave him a wet dream. Just as Jaquan had said, it was the first time he had experienced this in 26 years.

The little girl in the dream cried for mercy. Her beautiful eyes reddened, her cherry lips slightly opened, and exposed her pink tongue. He was turned on… The bed surround was broken.

The guards in the shadows all pretended that they didn’t hear the heavy breathing. But they did not escape the punishment.

Vincent came out for a cigarette with a cold face and just so happened to hear her heart-wrenching “No….”

What exactly had happened to this little girl that she would pick up the dagger under the pillow and thrust it straight at whoever approached her?

Emily took a step back and shouted, “Harold.”

door, but she did not know why Vincent was here at this time, but this was not

at the door had heard the nightmarish cry of Miss Emily. Before he could rush in, a man entered the room like a gust of wind. Harold’s extended foot stopped there, and he kept guarding the door uneasily. Although Vincent enjoyed a high status, he was still worried that anything bad might

“Miss Emily, you’re up?”

the candle in his hand and saw two people standing face to

the very moment, even the dull Harold had to admit that there was no other

few steps forward to receive the candle in his hand and instructed him, “Go

as usual, he guessed that it was Vincent who was injured. However, Harold had no idea how

Miss Emily’s nightmare just now, he had

Then, she walked towards Vincent, who stood in the shadows and merged with the

darkness. Under the candlelight, the man’s face was clear. His chin was strong, slightly raised, revealing the rolling Adam’s apple below. The black shirt suited his tall and straight figure. He was looking

and large, and hers were tender and

this small

thin and fragile to withstand a single blow, but her big eyes flashed with an unusual calm. She unbuttoned his shirts, checked the blood stains on his chest, and turned around to

handed over the medical kit. Just as he was about to take over the work in her hand, he noticed the coldness in his

was like a giant, carrying a large shadow. Emily leaned close to his chest and carefully used cotton balls to disinfect him. From Harold’s perspective, it was as if he had seen the beauty and the beast coming to

this year, but Vincent would be twenty-seven in a few months!

walked out and closed the door. The candlelight reflected their shadows on the door as if they

Damn it.

actually felt that this picture looked

distance, and the rain gradually relented. In

the distance. Suddenly, he sensed some movements on the tree at the door. He took out a small

guards on the tree waved at

very polite to him. It seemed that they wanted to be more

“…”

“…”

were all remained

“Aren’t you afraid of being struck by