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?”

to answer a phone call, then turned and

suit, leaving

to have to

fussed like a mother hen as she

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 they would come

helped him adjust each finger into place, and it fit perfectly. “Here, this is for you too,”

never been taken care of proactively

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

now that

have one too. Sit tight; we’re lining

“All right.”

when she suddenly stopped. “I almost

invited. you

here, and

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

the next day and hang them up so

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a habit of carelessly misplacing things, and then he couldn’t find

all, she was the one who tidied up the entire

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

habit of taking care of others

talk too much

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

want to

left her mostly astounded.

instead, they exuded a certain warmth

the portraits, they were all very

lifelike.

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

painting he creates is remarkable,

his work

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 such a scene in the icy Arctic air, but he managed to do it. He truly is amazing! It’s quite a shame. that I’ve only seen it in photos, though,

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

anymore. So much time has passed since then. Just being able to attend his art

and there were still two more