Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

A gleam appeared in Eileen’s eyes. “May I know what the surprise is?” she asked.

Aisha responded, “Ms. Eileen, you’ll find out when the time comes. Also, with the extra tickets, you can invite your friends to come along.”

Eileen held two tickets in her hand, along with a valuable catalog that even bore Edward’s personal signature.

With no friends around and uncertain about whom to give the extra ticket to, she suddenly thought of someone.

I wonder if he would be willing to go with me…

At nine in the evening, the night breeze gently swept in.

On the fifteenth-floor ward, Jasper was in a video conference when he heard a noise from outside, and the door to his room was left slightly open.

“Ms. Eileen, please wait a moment. Mr. Smith is in a meeting; it will be over soon,” Richard informed her.

Eileen replied, “Since he’s busy, I won’t disturb him. Richard, please give him this ticket.”

Upon seeing the ticket, Richard smiled, feeling a touch of surprise.

Eileen didn’t realize she had come at an inconvenient time. Anxious about broaching the subject, she handed the ticket to Richard, conveniently asking him to pass it on.

At that moment, Fabian emerged from inside, holding a notebook in his hands. He opened. the door and said, “Ms. Eileen, Mr. Smith’s meeting has ended. You may go in now.”

Eileen gripped the ticket tightly, unintentionally causing a slight crease. She hadn’t anticipated there being others.

Mr. Smith? His last name is Smith?

Lost in thought, Eileen heard Fabian calling, “Ms. Swan?”

She quickly regained her senses and, after some hesitation, decided to enter.

It appeared that Jasper had just finished a task, tidying up the documents in his hands and setting them aside. His eyes, as clear as water, were fixed on her. Perhaps due to his busy. schedule, there was a hint of fatigue in his gaze.

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Jasper rolled down his sleeve, covering the tattoo on his forearm.

“I heard you were looking for me. What can I do for you? Why are you standing? Please, have a seat,” Jasper said.

him, saying, “I just came to ask if you’re free a week from now. I’d like to invite you to an art exhibition.” She pulled out the

refuse anything that concerns you,”

him to

live? I’ll send a car to pick you up when it’s time,”

quickly declined, “No need to pick me up; we can just meet directly at the art.

“All

it?”

smiled and said, “I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to take care of me,” glancing at

had someone take care of me in the hospital for so many days. It’s

pondering something, nodded. “Then let’s meet here a week from now; no excuses

right. See you then.”

handing over the ticket to him,

her to the elevator.

find Jasper still examining the exhibition ticket. “It’s evident that Ms. Eileen is in good spirits. She doesn’t appear to be bothered by your leg ailment, Mr. Smith. Why didn’t

a gentle smile in his eyes, Jasper replied, “She has always been very intelligent; how could she

all meetings slated

“Certainly, Mr. Smith.”

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hospital, and the chauffeur promptly returned

continued absence. Instead, a new face greeted her- Mary Walker, a woman in her fifties, the recently hired housekeeper.

back,” Mary

responded with a

a commotion

back was about to break,” a

to you by taking

observed as Elsie, adorned with a limited-edition bag and

the young lady, Elsie quickly composed herself and brushed away the restless hand. “Eileen, you’ve been discharged?

replied expressionlessly, “No, thank you.” Then she called

Will responded indifferently.

he stopped in front of Eileen, his cold gaze fixed

did he find out?

“No… not

sure that’s the truth. Now that you’ve returned, dedicate yourself to your studies. Don’t go out and bring shame upon me again. Catch up on the extracurricular classes you’ve neglected. If you can’t excel in your studies or anything else, you’ll only expose me to mockery,

her head, “I understand, Father.”

time to eat,” Mary

straight upstairs, paying

“You’re acting as if you’re deaf. I won’t coddle you if you don’t eat. Whether you eat or not, I’ll