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.

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 both of their faces were covered with cream. The scene was so

“It’s my sister.”

at it while holding it with his fingertips. His voice was low and hoarse. “It is her ninth

in the first place. She did not think that he would become her husband. She just treated him as a

relationship was somewhat subtle. He saved her, protected her, and even got stabbed by her, but he never minded and kept staying with her. She decided to compromise and became his

with him for so long, she had gotten used to his company

provocation, and she felt nothing when hearing the ‘substitute’ that Harold mentioned on the phone. She occasionally heard a name from the old men who were here to

this person was, she never asked because her intuition told her that this girl was gone. Moreover, this girl may be someone

want

hand and got her on his lap. He flipped the sketch book and said in a low voice, “She likes drawing very much. She started learning it when she was three. Later at a banquet,

“She

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

did not say anything. She just looked down at the painting in her hand. It was a blue sea. The wave surged and white bubbles could be seen. There were

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

head and bit her neck. Emily raised her head in pain and her lips were covered by the man. He kissed her gently and madly. There was a faint

“Vincent?”

felt a bloody taste. She pushed him away by force. The man’s eyes were bloodshot. He lowered his head and for the first time, he revealed

her

felt a pain in her heart. Her ring gave out a dark blue light and it was gone in an instant. She deeply felt

Only then did Emily realize that it was raining. Rex’s voice carrying anxiety sounded from outside the study,

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

hurry

and grabbed Vincent’s hand and asked, “How can I

the back of the chair. He was very strong, and the back of the chair