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?”

a phone call,

leaving Jasper

to have to

snow today! Are your hands cold?” Eileen fussed like a mother hen as she touched his hand, which felt as cold as ice. “I knew you. wouldn’t wear gloves. I brought an extra pair for

but Vera had beaten her to it. In her frustration, Eileen had thrown

his hand in. She helped him adjust each

been taken care of proactively before. So far, everyone would only act

is for keeping your hands warm. If your hands are cold, just slip them in like this, and they won’t be cold

nodded. “I’ve never seen this before. But now that you’ve

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

“All right.”

behind when she suddenly stopped. “I

“I invited. you the temperature has dropped significantly. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

here, and

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

he was going to wear the next day and hang

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habit of carelessly misplacing things, and then he

she was the one who tidied up the entire house.

everything personally. She worried for over a decade about a man who didn’t love her, and like

habit of taking care

she feared that she might talk too much and

so it

the paintings. Eileen didn’t want to

Edward left her mostly astounded.

exuded a certain warmth as though they were

scenery or the portraits, they

lifelike.

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

he creates is remarkable, isn’t it?”

his work

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 world. It’s difficult for a paintbrush to capture such a scene in the icy Arctic air, but he managed to do it. He truly is amazing! It’s quite a shame. that I’ve only seen it in photos, though, never with my own eyes. I believe it must

As long as you desire something, you

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

there were still