Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

As soon as the door was closed, Emily entered the bathroom. She approached Vincent and sniffed carefully, like a puppy. The tip of her nose almost touched his neck.

“Are you smelling meat?” Vincent asked, looking at her with amusement.

“Susan said she smelled smoke. Maybe she was used to it, but I actually didn’t feel anything.” Emily took a step back and stood there, looking at Vincent, “Smoking is actually not good. Do you want to quit smoking?”

“I had problems with my stomach. I can’t drink coffee to refresh myself. This is the only thing I can do.” Vincent stood upright in front of the sink. Body relaxed, his two straight and slender legs casually leaned there, supporting his thin waist.

“How about I smoke it for you?” Emily suddenly asked.

Vincent was stunned for a long time before chuckling.

“You aren’t in a good condition. But I am young, and I don’t have any problems with my stomach. You could smell second-hand smoke… But it seems that second-hand smoke is also harmful…” Emily was chattering. Vincent suddenly pulled her into his arms. He held her chin and kissed her.

It was a very touching kiss. He kissed slowly and meticulously. The tip of his tongue swept through every corner of her mouth. Emily was so excited that goosebumps appeared all over her body. She felt weak. Her skin was covered with pink. It was like she was about to fall into a swamp in the next second, but she was willing to die for it.

but her voice was broken

but then he knew she was caring about the supper. He immediately turned

lost for

eat first. I’m busy. There will be a meeting tomorrow morning. I have to get up

Vincent and Emily coming out of the bathroom. One of them

strangely quiet for a

didn’t answer. I came in…” After a long while, Susan put down the milk and took a few steps outside. She paused for a moment, then looked back at Vincent and asked softly, “Can

don’t have any plans to get married for the time being. Dad has gone. There are no elders in this family who care about me. You feel that you have the obligation to supervise me. But I am not a three-year-old child. I know the right and wrong and have the right

what she was going to say, “I’m sorry, Miss Emily. I just want to tell Mr. Vincent that if he comes next time, he can go to the front door. I don’t know how he

Words failed Emily.

pursed his lips into a smile and

Susan asked a

to speak, but Vincent pinched her finger and said calmly, “I

Susan couldn’t continue. She turned around and wiped her tears. Then, she said to Emily,” I’m sorry, Miss Emily… I know I’m a servant