Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“Don’t mind me. Just eat whatever you want, and I’ll have some porridge.” With that, Christy took a sip of porridge. Although she had rested for over eight hours, she was still exhausted after sitting up from the bed.

Without saying anything, Trevor sat down on the carpet. With his back to her, he also began to eat the porridge.

He put a new carpet on the floor this morning. The one stained with blood and water was thrown into a garbage bag by him last night and then taken away by Jason.

Looking at Trevor, Christy remembered how people in City Y had judged this young man. Rumor had it that he was autistic and afraid of the dark. In addition, he acted like a freak, having great problems socializing with other people.

Christy had only been in contact with him for less than a day, but she could tell that he was not autistic. Instead, he just seemed to conceal his true self from others. He still knew how to communicate and even saved her life.

An autistic person couldn’t learn through the computer about how to take out bullets from an injured girl.

“I’m so tired. Can you feed me?” Christy put down the spoon and lay on the bed feebly.

As expected, Trevor stiffened for a moment before standing up. This seemed to take him a lot of determination.

Trevor was tall, and Christy guessed he might be of the same height as Noah. However, he was too skinny, and the oversized shirt and pants almost covered his entire body. He was so pale that his arms and hands seemed to emit a pearly glow. She could even see the blood vessels beneath his skin.

Trevor picked up her spoon, scooped up some porridge from the bowl, and raised it to her lips.

Christy opened her mouth to eat the porridge, but she kept looking straight at him.

…

Trevor couldn’t help looking down.

Christy still stared at him.

…

Trevor lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

Christy smiled. “Why did you look away?”

Trevor remained silent.

Well, she didn’t expect an answer from him.

“I have to go back later.” She stared at the lower half of his face, which wasn’t covered by the hood.

She could vaguely see his eyes, but she still fixed her eyes on his pursed lips.

eager to

his lips clamped even

back to the door, Trevor went to bed

with curiosity. Trevor stiffened a

Suddenly, Ferne called Christy.

all kinds of information from different social software and

others felt that life was

flew over the keyboard, which

remembered that his hand was dry and

“Did you find anything?”

her attention back to the phone call. “What?” she

each other. He leaned to the side involuntarily and slowed down his

prove Branden’s guilt?” Ferne was extremely restless and he told Christy the

been sent to the police station. She was surprised to hear the latest situation, but her face turned

are only a bed, a chair, a mirror and a few books inside. I didn’t see any women, girls, or…” She looked at Trevor and decided

Ferne sighed.

are the children?

the lack of evidence. His attorney is sorting out the documents now, preparing to charge us with arresting Branden

would lend them a helping hand

against her father. In fact, she even

Branden was truly

must let the evidence speak

are you? Didn’t you meet Noah?”

“I’ll be back soon.”

the bed for a moment. Then she said to Trevor, “I have

his fingers flying over the keyboard. The little robot had climbed to his side and was quietly looking at

picked up the little robot with one hand and

at Trevor’s

overwhelmed

shook

and encountered those troublesome things, she really wanted

shoulder with one hand and tried

his head and pressed

little robot said, “I’ll send you back

voice sounded

Christy involuntarily recalled the old days. She sighed softly and then changed the topic with a