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 and

followed suit, leaving

sorry to have to trouble

might snow today! Are your hands cold?” Eileen fussed like a mother hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold as ice. “I knew you. wouldn’t wear gloves. I brought an extra pair for you.”

from her bag. She had originally planned to give them to Eric, but Vera had

opened the glove and he slipped his hand in. She helped him

of proactively before. So far, everyone would only act upon his words.

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

But now that you’ve

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

“All right.”

when she suddenly stopped. “I

neck. “I invited. you the temperature has dropped significantly. I wouldn’t want you

here, and

all her thoughts and efforts to 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

wear the next day and hang them up so he wouldn’t have to rush to find them in the

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carelessly misplacing things, and then he

all, she was the one who

affairs, Eileen would 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 attend to

of taking care of others hadn’t changed at

she feared that she might talk too much and become

was air-conditioned, so it

paintings. Eileen didn’t want to miss

left her mostly

lifeless; instead, they exuded a certain warmth as though

scenery or the portraits, they were all very

lifelike.

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

he creates is remarkable,

admire his work that much?”

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, 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,

said, “You will see it one day. As long

being able to attend his art exhibition and see his

floor, and there were still two