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 left.

suit, leaving Jasper

sorry to have to trouble

hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold as ice. “I knew you. wouldn’t wear gloves. I brought an

out a pair of black leather gloves from her bag. She had originally planned to give them to Eric, but Vera had beaten her to it.

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

of proactively

your hands warm. If your hands are cold, just slip them in like this,

this before. But now that you’ve given

in her hand. “I have one

“All right.”

from behind when she suddenly

you the temperature has dropped significantly. I wouldn’t want you to

here, and

about to leave for work, she would. check how many layers of clothing he had on, and if she thought it wasn’t enough, she would insist on

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

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

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

decade about a man who didn’t love her, and like a doting mother, she made sure to

of taking care

she feared that she might talk too much and become

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

looked at the paintings. Eileen didn’t want to miss a single detail with every glance.

surprising her, Edward left

paintings were not lifeless; instead, they exuded a certain warmth

it was the scenery or the portraits, they were

lifelike.

to approach, as any of these

creates is

admire his work

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,

long as you

snapped out of her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter anymore. So much time has passed since then. Just being able to attend his art exhibition and

exploring one floor, and there were still two