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

leaving Jasper behind.

sorry to have

hands cold?” Eileen fussed like a mother hen as she touched his hand, which felt as

had beaten her to it. In her frustration, Eileen had thrown them. into her wardrobe,

and he slipped his hand in. She helped him adjust each finger into place, and it fit

of proactively

hands are cold, just slip them in

this before. But now that you’ve given me this, what about

fluffy, adorable gloves in her hand. “I have

“All right.”

behind when she suddenly stopped. “I almost

wrapped it around Jasper’s neck. “I invited. you the temperature has dropped significantly. I wouldn’t want

here, and

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 on, and if she thought it wasn’t

and hang them up so he wouldn’t have to rush to

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had a habit of carelessly misplacing things,

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

worried for over a decade about a man who didn’t love her, and like a doting

of taking care of others

she might talk too much and become annoying.

exhibition hall was air-conditioned, so it wasn’t

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

left her

lifeless; instead, they exuded a

the scenery or the portraits,

lifelike.

and guarded. No one was allowed to approach, as any of these paintings could potentially become extinct, and their

painting he creates is

work that

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 dazzling dream in a frigid world. It’s difficult for a paintbrush to capture

“You will see it one day. As long as you desire something, you will

quickly snapped out of her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter anymore. So much time has passed since then. Just being able to

finished exploring one floor, and there