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?”

tactfully pretended to answer a phone call, then turned

leaving

to have to trouble you.”

a mother hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold as

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 in

his hand in. She helped him

taken care of proactively

keeping your hands warm. If your hands are cold, just slip

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

in her hand. “I have one too. Sit tight; we’re lining up to

“All right.”

pushed him from behind when she suddenly stopped. “I almost forgot.”

Jasper’s neck. “I invited. you the temperature

here, and

always worried about him getting tired or cold. Whenever he was about to leave for work, she would. check how many layers

would iron each piece of clothing he was going to wear the next day and hang them up

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things, and

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

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

taking care of others hadn’t changed

she feared that she might talk too much

air-conditioned, so

didn’t want to miss

left her

they exuded a certain warmth as though

the scenery or the portraits, they were

lifelike.

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

is remarkable,

work that

I was eight years old, I playfully climbed onto my mother’s bookshelf. 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,

long as you desire something, you will achieve it.”

being able to attend his

and there