Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 74 Beware Of Eric

Today marked the day of the art exhibition.

Eileen hain’t forgotten, so she intentionally woke up earlier to freshen up. She dressed herself in a Blake cashmere coat, a black knitted long skirt, and warm fluffy thermal leggings underneath. The weather that day was gloomy, with temperatures hovering around zero degrees.

The weather in Hulbury had been as unpredictable as a roller coaster ride lately. Frost had already formed in the flower beds of the mansion, and the maple leaves, which were green. just yesterday, had turned red overnight.

The layer of Blake frost covering everything was so chilling to behold.

With her head bowed, Eileen buried her face in her scarf, her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold.

I wonder if it will snow today.

As soon as the taxi arrived, Eileen hastily opened the door and got in.

Eileen disliked keeping people waiting, so she set off half an hour early. By the time she arrived, a long line had already formed at the entrance of the exhibition hall, with everyone clutching a ticket in their hand.

Within ten minutes of Eileen’s arrival, a Cayenne pulled up.

From the car, Jasper looked out the window and saw Eileen, dressed in Blake, hopping in place on the steps. A smile tugged at his lips. “Stop here!”

Fabian responded, “Understood, Mr. Smith.”

Eileen grumbled to herself. If I had known it would be this chilly, I would have worn an extra pair of socks. My feet are freezing!

“Ms. Eileen…”

A familiar voice called out from behind her. Eileen turned around to see Richard and a person sitting in a wheelchair.

Jasper smiled slightly. “I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

Eileen hurriedly replied, “No, no, I just arrived as well. Shall we go inside then?”

“Ms. Eileen…” Richard called out to her. “We won’t be going in. Could you please help take

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care of Mr. Smith?”

answer a phone

followed suit, leaving

have to trouble

that? It might snow today! Are your hands cold?” Eileen fussed like a mother hen as she touched

to give them to Eric, but Vera had beaten her to it. In her frustration, Eileen had thrown them. into her wardrobe, never

in. She helped him adjust each finger into place, and it fit perfectly. “Here, this is for

proactively before. So far, everyone

for keeping your hands warm. If your hands are cold, just slip them in like this, and they won’t be cold

“I’ve never seen this before. But now that you’ve given

have one too. Sit tight; we’re lining up to go

“All right.”

when she

“I invited. you the temperature has dropped

here, and

her previous life, Eileen devoted all her thoughts and efforts to Eric. She was always worried about him getting tired or cold. Whenever he was about to leave for work, she would. check how many layers of

wear the next day and hang

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had a habit of carelessly misplacing things,

could he? After all, she was the one who tidied up the

his affairs, Eileen would handle everything personally. She worried for over a decade about a man who didn’t love her, and like a

care of others hadn’t changed at all.

she feared that she might talk too much and

air-conditioned, so it wasn’t too

at the paintings. Eileen didn’t want to miss a single detail with every

left her mostly astounded.

not lifeless; instead, they exuded a certain warmth as though they

or the

lifelike.

any of these paintings could potentially become extinct, and their prices at an auction would be incalculable.

painting he creates is

admire his work that

books. That’s when I saw a photo that had fallen out of one of the books. It was a painting by Mr. Edward, and I still vividly remember it was titled. Fantasia. It depicted the most beautiful aurora I’ve ever seen, its light streaking across the night sky, a dazzling dream in

one day. As long as you

anymore. So much time has passed since then. Just being able to attend his art exhibition and see his paintings with my own eyes

and there