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 call, then turned and left.

followed suit, leaving

sorry to have to trouble you.”

cold dressed like that? It 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

pair of black leather 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

slender and 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 you

care of proactively before. So

hands are cold, just slip them in like this,

now that you’ve given me

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

“All right.”

she suddenly

neck. “I invited. you the temperature

here, and

or cold. Whenever he was about to leave for work, she would. check how many layers of clothing he

was going to wear the next day and

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of carelessly misplacing things, and then he couldn’t find

she was the

came to his 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,

care of others hadn’t changed

that she might talk too

air-conditioned, so

Eileen didn’t want to miss a

left her

were not lifeless; instead, they exuded a certain warmth as though they were alive.

the portraits, they were all

lifelike.

approach, as any of these

painting he creates is remarkable, isn’t

work

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

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

doesn’t matter anymore. So much time has passed since then. Just being able

floor, and there were still two more