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 behind.

have to trouble

Eileen fussed like a mother hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold as ice. “I

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

helped him adjust each finger into place,

of proactively before. So far, everyone would only act

hands are cold, just slip them in like this, and they won’t

never seen this before. But now that

her hand. “I have

“All right.”

she suddenly stopped.

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

here, and

cold. Whenever he was about to leave for work, she would. check

wear the next day and

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a habit of carelessly misplacing things,

she was the one who tidied up the entire

personally. She worried for over a decade about a man who didn’t love her, and like a doting mother, she

now, her habit of taking care

might talk too much

air-conditioned, so

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

left

a certain warmth as though they were

or the

lifelike.

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

painting he creates is

work that much?”

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 such a scene in the

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

and there