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?”

pretended to answer a phone call,

suit, leaving

have

hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold as ice. “I

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

him adjust each

taken care of proactively

cold, just slip them in like this,

now that you’ve given me this, what about you?”

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

“All right.”

from behind when she suddenly stopped. “I almost

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

here, and

always worried about him getting tired or cold. Whenever he was about to leave for work, she would. check how many

wear the next day and hang them up so he wouldn’t

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habit of carelessly misplacing things, and then

After all, she was the

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

habit of taking care of

she feared that she might talk too

was air-conditioned, so it wasn’t too cold.

Eileen didn’t want to miss a single detail with every

surprising her, Edward left her mostly

lifeless; instead, they exuded a certain warmth as though they

was the scenery or the portraits, they

lifelike.

any of these paintings could potentially become extinct, and their prices

he creates is

work

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

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

being able to attend his art exhibition and see his paintings with my own eyes has already made

one floor, and there were still