Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily was slack-jawed and did not make a sound for a long time.

I’m sorry for you loss? I’m sorry, I don’t know that?

She didn’t know what to say. She just instinctively went forward to hug Vincent. She didn’t know why it was the same time when Mr. Vincent had the accident.

Was it a coincidence?

No, there was no such coincidence.

Emily’s mind was in a mess. She couldn’t help but hug the person in front of her tightly as if he would disappear in the next second.

“My body is cold.” Vincent raised Emily’s face with his index finger and pinched her cheek. “Go to the study and wait for me there.”

His fingertip was cold, and he walked straight forward after saying this.

Emily read books in his study and then looked at his bookshelves. Normally, she seldom paid attention to the books on the bookshelves when she came in. This time, because she was not in the mood to read, she casually scanned them. She saw a row of sketch books at a glance.

She took one out and saw a black swallow on the title page. The painting was plain but vivid. It was about the size of a real swallow, and its eyes were lifelike.

Emily opened and flipped it. She was surprised. She vaguely guessed who this person was, but she did not expect that this girl’s painting would be so perfect. It could be seen that she preferred oil paintings. Sometimes it was colorful, sometimes it was flashy, and sometimes it was dark. The style varied so much.

Finally, she found a portrait.

It was Vincent, no, little Vincent. He was young and naïve. However, his expression was still cold and he did not like to smile. He frowned while sitting on the table in a garden and was playing chess with a lowered head.

Although the painter was bad at details, she was good at demonstrating the object’s personality. As time went by, with such painting skills, she would definitely become something.

and a beautiful girl of eight or nine years old were smiling at the camera. It should be the girl’s birthday. She had a birthday cap on her head and

“It’s my sister.”

and was standing behind her. He took out the photo and stared at it

he would become her husband. She just treated him as a noble that could be

the development of their relationship was somewhat subtle. He saved her, protected her, and even got stabbed by her, but he

used to his company and took

Harold mentioned on the phone. She occasionally heard a name from

intuition told her that this girl was gone. Moreover, this girl may be someone close to Vincent and a scar on

didn’t want to

said in a low voice, “She likes drawing very much. She started learning it

“She painted

her hand with his face on her shoulder. He took a deep breath and said, “She had a car

wave surged and

footprints with one hand and then reached out her other hand to stroke Vincent’s black hair. She combed it like

There was a faint smell of nicotine emitted from his teeth. Mixed with his unique scent,

“Vincent?”

taste. She pushed him away by force. The man’s eyes were bloodshot. He lowered his head and for

letting her ride

blue light and it was gone in an

Emily realize that it was raining. Rex’s voice

The moment she got down, she saw that Vincent’s face was distorted. His forehead was covered in sweat and his

shouted, “Rex, hurry up and come

hand and asked,

up while grabbing the back of the chair.