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?”

a phone call,

suit, leaving Jasper behind.

sorry to have to trouble you.”

your hands cold?” Eileen fussed like a mother hen as she

gloves from her bag. 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

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

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

are cold, just slip

But now that

showed him the fluffy, adorable gloves in her hand. “I have

“All right.”

when she suddenly stopped. “I

invited. you the temperature has dropped significantly.

here, and

about to leave for work, she

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

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carelessly misplacing things, and then he couldn’t find them.

he? After all, she was the one who tidied

She worried for over a decade about a man who didn’t love her, and like a doting mother, she made sure to attend to every minute

care

that she might talk too much

hall was air-conditioned, so

want to miss

surprising her, Edward left her mostly

not lifeless; instead, they exuded a certain warmth

the portraits, they were

lifelike.

was framed and guarded. No one was allowed to approach, as any of these paintings

creates is remarkable,

work that much?”

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 such a scene in the icy Arctic air, but he managed to do it. He truly is amazing! It’s quite a

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

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

floor, and there were still