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, then

suit, leaving

have to

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.

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. In her frustration, Eileen had

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

been taken care of proactively before. So

hands are cold, just slip them in like this,

never seen this before. But now that you’ve given me this, what about you?”

showed him the fluffy, adorable gloves in her hand. “I have one too. Sit tight; we’re

“All right.”

she suddenly

out another scarf and wrapped it around Jasper’s neck. “I invited. you

here, and

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 clothing

the next day and hang

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carelessly misplacing things,

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

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

habit of taking care of others hadn’t changed at

that she might talk

so it wasn’t too

want to miss a single detail with

Edward left her mostly astounded.

exuded a

the scenery or the portraits,

lifelike.

was allowed to approach, as any of these paintings could potentially become extinct, and their prices at an auction would

painting he creates is

admire his work that

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

long

time has passed since then. Just being able to attend his art exhibition and

exploring one floor, and there were still