Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily couldn’t help but look up at the other side.

When Vincent ate and worked, his expression was somewhat indifferent. She observed him and occasionally felt that he was a little cold. But these days, she saw him busy in the study, often working until the latter half of the night. He only slept two hours before getting up. Immediately, she felt that his other kinds of expression had been exhausted by work. Perhaps indifference was the most suitable expression for him.

Probably sensing her gaze, Vincent suddenly looked up at her. His eyes showed an inexplicable surge of emotions.

Emily immediately regained her senses. She picked up a pork rib with chopsticks. Her lips were still stained with his aura. She reached out and wiped her lips with all her strength before biting the rib.

The sound of gnawing on the ribs coincided with the sucking sound coming from her cochlea, forming a duet. From time to time, the duet rang in her mind and her ears gradually turned red.

When Vincent saw her blush scarlet, a faint smile lifted the corner of his mouth.

Rex considerately turned on the phone calendar and handed it to Vincent.

Vincent didn’t know what he meant.

Rex pointed to New Year’s Eve and then to the current date. He showed the number with his fingers. “There are 73 days left. Mr. Vincent, hold on.”

“Get lost.”

Before Rex left, he showed Vincent the rainstorm warning on his phone.

“Mr. Vincent, there will be a rainstorm tonight.”

Vincent nodded and looked at Emily calmly. Emily was chewing on her ribs with her pink lips stained with oil. She looked up, thinking that Vincent had something to say to her. Her big eyes were clear, as if they were filled with boundless galaxies and sparkling stars.

Emily waited for a long time. But Vincent reached out and wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue.

Then he went into the bedroom on the third floor and never came out.

A sudden heavy rain fell during the night. Emily listened to the sound on the window and was somewhat distracted. She thought that it would be very beautiful to draw the rain.

Rex came in with milk and said to her, “Mr. Vincent should go to bed early tonight. Miss Emily, good night. Don’t stay up too late after reading.”

“Alright.”

finding that it was nine o’clock in

stocks and noted down the recent gains and losses of the two stocks. Then, she

medicine boxes in their hands. It looked like they were about

surprise, “What

replied in

suspiciously wanted to follow, but the door was

was about to go inside, she saw the door was opened and Rex was standing by

“What’s wrong with Vincent? Why did

Vincent just has a cold. He’s afraid he’ll infect you. After

“Got it.”

Emily left doubtfully.

a cold? He was

touched her lips. If he was afraid of infection, why did he kiss

without looking back, Rex closed the door. The room was in total darkness, and the guards stood in the dark, blending

forehead and neck bulged, as if he was enduring great pain. His

has left.” Rex whispered, “Mr. Vincent, take an injection. You’re in

away!” Vincent’s expression was

the guards. They looked at each other

that scene would be on. They put the things back into the warehouse, stood there in

should have let

A replied, “What are you

D said, “Mr. Vincent has his reason for being unwilling to take the injection. Doctors have said that relying on painkillers for a long time

he took the injection readily on last rainy day. And last time at Tea

C explained, “He just came back from abroad at that time and he was in a hurry to see

to go to

retorted, “Can you catch us? It’s not good to get an

said, “Then do we have to watch him

…

They fell silent.

them said, “Wait, that TCM doctor had been making up his

that Mr. Vincent would die?”

No one answered him.