Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily walked to the desk, holding Vincent’s hand. She sat down on a chair, opened a book and asked, “I have some puzzles about the book. Can you explain them to me?”

This was not Vincent’s purpose of promising Emily everything she wanted.

Vincent smiled in frustration without revealing his thoughts.

“Sure.”

“I have questions about other books.” Emily leaned forward to look for books, lowering her head. She was so concentrated that she didn’t know how attractive she was in Vincent’s eyes.

She was wearing a large-size pink nightgown shaped like a rabbit. As she leaned over, Vincent could see her slender neck and fair skin. She wore her long black hair in a bun, leaving a strand of hair on her neck. She looked so attractive.

Vincent lowered his head and kissed Emily’s neck. She could feel the tip of his tongue.

Emily flinched and her ears turned red. She said in a trill, “It’s itchy. Don’t kiss me in that way.”

“I won’t.” He whispered in her ear. Emily could sense his warm breath and immediately felt limp. “Then how do you like my kiss?”

“…”

The guards exchanged glances and silently left.

However, things didn’t develop as they expected. Vincent just sat on the chair, hugged Emily and patiently explained the problems to her. The stocks she bought using Harold’s account kept plunging. Many stockholders had sold them, but she hadn’t decided yet.

stocks were to fall below the initial price, she could just

However, she wouldn’t say anything without solid reason. Vincent continued to recommend her other

cold outside. She asked

felt frightened. She got off the bed and rushed to the window.

photos with her phone, only

would definitely not believe her after seeing such photos. She had to get

the photo. The figure seemed familiar to her but she just couldn’t figure out who

family didn’t believe her, even her elder brother. Elsie didn’t know who to ask for

as she could

meet her mother. She held her phone and thought of Eliot again. Eliot would definitely

**

New Year’s Day, Eliot did not go anywhere. He was watching TV in his newly rented apartment. The small company he worked in only gave employees five days off for

every message before sending. He didn’t know how to face her anymore, even though he

know what had

suddenly knocked

opened the door. It was the landlord.

young man, we have made more dumplings than we need. These

“Thank you.”

was no free lunch and told Emily so. In Eliot’s life philosophy, if someone helped him for nothing, he must be

Sydnee begged the landlord to send the dumplings to

started to feel that the dumplings were not made by the landlord. A middle-aged man would like the new-style ones. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He quickly grabbed