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?”

pretended to answer a phone call, then turned and

suit, leaving Jasper

sorry to have to

a mother hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold as ice. “I knew you. wouldn’t wear

give them to Eric, but Vera had beaten her

the glove and he slipped his hand in. She helped him adjust each finger into place, and it fit perfectly. “Here, this is for you

had never been taken care of proactively before. So far, everyone would only act upon

just slip them in like this, and

now that you’ve given me this, what

gloves in her hand. “I have one too.

“All right.”

she suddenly stopped.

out another scarf and wrapped it around Jasper’s neck. “I invited. you the temperature

here, and

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 clothing he had

and

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carelessly misplacing things,

the one who tidied

affairs, Eileen would handle everything personally. She worried for over a decade about a man who

of taking care of others hadn’t changed at

feared that she might talk

hall was air-conditioned, so it wasn’t too cold.

want to miss a single detail with every glance.

her, Edward left her mostly astounded.

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

scenery or the portraits, they were all

lifelike.

of these paintings could potentially become extinct, and their prices at an auction

he creates is remarkable, isn’t it?”

admire his work that

The bookshelf toppled over, burying me in a pile of 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

will see it one day. As long

quickly snapped out of her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter anymore. So much time has passed since then. Just being able to attend his art exhibition and see his paintings

there were