Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

For Christy, his eyes defied description. They were very clean and pure. From the eyes, she could even see her reflection clearly, but it was very difficult to perceive other emotions as if he was good at concealing emotions, or perhaps was emotionless.

The eyes were so quiet that Christy who was staring at them inexplicably quieted down.

After bandaging the wound, Trevor wiped the sweat from his forehead and then turned, seeing Christy lying there and asking in a hoarse voice, “Can you give me some water? I’m thirsty.”

The young man did not reply and entered the room. Soon, he brought a basin of warm water and wiped her face with a towel.

The black clothes around her shoulders were cut open, and the underwear straps inside were stripped to one side. Just now, a large piece of cloth slipped when she bent. So now her entire upper body was exposed in the air and only the underwear could manage to cover it. And blood flowed down her chest to abdomen.

Christy smiled weakly, “I want to drink water, not wash my face.”

Trevor squatted there for a moment, and then stretched out his slender and pale hands, gently removing all her clothes.

Christy rolled her eyes at him and said weakly, “You can do whatever you want to me, but I’m injured now. Can you wait until tomorrow…?”

Upon hearing it, the young man’s ears went red either for anger or anxiety. But they were covered with a hood and she could not notice it.

After wiping her with a warm towel, Trevor found loose clothes and dressed her. Then he wanted to lift her up. It was probably the first time that he had done it. He seemed to have little strength and Christy slipped from his arms twice. For the third time, Christy smiled bitterly and said, “I promise to lose weight … I promise…”

In the end, Trevor still failed to lift her up. Christy had to stand up with his support and then he helped her walk a few steps to the bedside and put her on the bed.

The curtain was lowered by Trevor, covering the girl utterly on the bed. Then, he rolled up the blanket on the ground and rang the bell.

Christy lay down and found that the bed was very big. Besides a desktop computer at the end of the bed, there was also a notebook on the bed with the screen on. Christy glanced at it and saw a video of the operating room on the screen which was paused. She clicked on the video with her uninjured hand and saw the doctor at the operating table taking out a bullet with pliers.

She was stunned for a moment. Then she lifted the curtain and weakly asked the man outside, “You … this is the first time you’ve helped others remove a bullet?”

The man did not say anything, only nodding and covering his face with the hood again. No one could see his expression clearly.

A genius.

proficient just through watching

something, but when hearing the

on the door, and then something landed at the door with a click. “Mr. Trevor, are you thirsty? I leave water here,

the people inside, the servant kept the voice low, respectful, and cautious.

open the door and bring in the things until the sound of footsteps came

almost shed tears with the wound on her shoulder which hurt so much. She gritted her teeth and hissed, trying her best

front of her, holding a glass of water. Christy wanted to rise from the bed, but

out to pull her. His strength was too little to get

again. But they were covered by the hood, so still no one

previously had dyed the gauze on Christy’s shoulder red.

Instead, he grabbed a straw from the medicine chest, stuffed

to raise her hand and just opened

pills inside and put the straw

he hurried to use one hand to fix her shoulders, preventing her from moving. Meanwhile he used the other

his palm constantly, bringing a boiling

slowly managed a smile. Seeing that she did not cough anymore, Trevor withdrew his hand. Her saliva was all over his

he felt the palm numb and

five times, he finally got rid of the numb and itchy illusion. When coming back, he found Christy had fallen asleep with her eyes

to wipe it off. Christy did not sleep soundly. When feeling someone approaching, she opened her eyes reflexively and then slowly

a grey flannel cloth lying there quietly which was part wet. Christy had just bitten it. She did not know that she

up on the

bed. He rested the computer on his lap before extracting information from the computer and launching it

robot quietly wormed its way through the curtain from outside. It gently moved around Christy’s face, stretched

it was already late at night. He had to stop and put the computer to sleep,

curtain, and only Christy’s even breathing could be heard. Trevor tilted to the inside, then closed