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

followed suit, leaving

to have

hands cold?” Eileen fussed like a mother hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold

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 they

the glove and he slipped his hand in. She helped him adjust each finger into place, and it fit perfectly. “Here, this is for you too,” she

of proactively

warm. If your hands are cold, just slip them

But now that you’ve given

fluffy, adorable gloves in her hand. “I have one too. Sit tight; we’re lining up

“All right.”

when she suddenly stopped. “I

wrapped it around Jasper’s neck. “I invited. you the

here, and

to leave for work, she would. check how many layers of clothing he had on, and if she thought it

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

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of carelessly misplacing things, and then he couldn’t

was the one who tidied up the entire

his affairs, Eileen would handle everything personally. She worried for over a decade about a man

taking care of

she might talk

exhibition hall was air-conditioned, so

want to miss a single detail with every

surprising her, Edward left her mostly

instead, they exuded a certain warmth as though they were

it was the scenery or the portraits,

lifelike.

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 incalculable.

painting he creates is remarkable,

admire his work

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

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

anymore. So much time has passed since then. Just being able

exploring one floor, and there were still two more to go.