Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily’s only impression of Vincent’s birthday was that her waist hurt.

She woke up until the evening of the next day. She dragged her body that seemed to have been squeezed by a large machine and managed to seat herself on the sofa, gasping and staring blankly at the ceiling.

“It looks like that you love the gift I gave you.” Christy rubbed her shoulders.

Emily was too tired to speak. She turned back and looked at Christy with a harmless stare.

Emma, Sydnee, and the others had rushed back to City Y early this morning. Emily felt sorry that she didn’t get up to send them off. When she picked up her phone and found that it was already the evening of the next day. She suddenly felt sad.

Emily thought that she should make an agreement with Vincent that he shouldn’t sleep in the bedroom except on weekends and the day before!

“By the way, can you give me the painting in your studio as a gift?” Christy asked.

As Emily had difficulties walking around, Christy got out the framed picture from the studio by herself. When Christy came out, she saw a picture of Harold hanging on the innermost wall. A tall and burly figure was standing in the sun, loyal and solemn, even with a wooden face.

This painting was different from the others. Instead of Emily’s, Harold’s signature was written in the bottom right corner.

Christy sighed and walked out with the painting in her arms.

Ferne was still working on the hotel decoration and called Vincent over. There were only two guards at home, squatting in the corner, eating ice cream, and enjoying the air conditioning. They were probably worried that Emily would be afraid of being alone in the room, so they called Christy over.

Christy thought that Emily may wake up until eleven o’clock. Who knew that she would sleep for so long? Christy had checked the painting of Trevor about four times until Emily finally woke up.

finally had the chance

of Trevor, who was wearing a white shirt, his eyes clear and clean. He was standing there and looking up at the painting on the wall, on

It was a painting-within-a-painting.

was meant for

over to massage Emily’s shoulders for

made Emily hurt so she called out

her tongue and said, “It sounds

was lost for

the two women on the sofa

was lying on the sofa and laughing with her hair messed up, he

but take out his phone and enter the group chat to

A: What did Mr. Vincent eat

Noodles and

cream: No, I guess it must

eating ice cream:

went back to the class, she found that something had happened

time you ask for leave, something must happen to our

her schoolbag and

a dozen people stayed in the class. It seemed that the others hadn’t

the day before yesterday. The piano was broken by someone and Class S blamed it on us. They asked us to pay for it.” Tatiana shrugged, “Those in

our class break it?” Emily