Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 47

"It's going to rain. Miss Emily, come in. I'll give Mr. Maury a call." Harold took out his phone and made a phone call while walking.

Emily nodded and walked away.

Sydnee asked, "Are you staying in the East Side tonight?"

Emily raised her head to look at the sky, "Well, if it rains, I will stay tonight. If not, we will hurry back overnight."

"Alright, then I'll go tidy up. We'll start tomorrow." Sydnee had a tremendous spirit. She was still wearing a long green dress, but her temperament was obviously different. Without the aloofness and coldness that used to come along with her, she seemed to be more energetic now.

"What's the matter?" Noticing that Emily had been staring at her, Sydnee couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and ask, "Is there something on my face?"

"One word." Emily wrote in her palm with fingers, "Beautiful."

Sydnee was speechless.

She was puzzled.

Harold, who had just hung up, was also dumbfounded.

Emily smiled and walked into the East Side. Harold went to the kitchen to order dishes. Because the dark clouds pressed down, the room was pitch black. This was an old-fashioned building without wall lights, so she needed to light red candles.

When she walked to the table and touched the match, she felt everything seemed to be familiar.

She paused, took a few steps into the darkness and kicked something under her feet. She staggered into a man's embrace and even dropped her hat.

There was a faint nicotine smell on his body. He might have just drunk some wine, and she could smell the bouquet from him. It was somewhat intoxicating.

"Why are you here?" She propped up her arms and got up. She seemed to have pressed down on something. She heard him let out a low "hiss". The sound seemed to be in her ears. She could even feel his boiling hot breathing. Unexpectedly, her ears became hot all of a sudden.

She took two steps back, rubbed her ears, and rubbed the goose bumps on her arms.

After that day, this was the first time she and he were "alone".

Emily wanted to light the candle, but she was worried that Harold would see two figures show cast on the door. She could only endure the indistinct darkness and whispered, "Because of last time?"

Perhaps he said that because he wanted to get rid of that girl.

Emily was very considerate, "Don't worry. I didn't take it wrong. You've helped me many times, so I am supposed to help you too."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was held up by her waist. Shocked, she was grabbed the shirt on his chest tightly, "Mr. Vincent?"

Vincent pressed her against the wall, rubbed her lips with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "Is it gone?"

"What?" In the darkness, Emily was somewhat confused and even a little nervous. She was worried that Vincent would kiss her again, and her heart started to beat wildly again.

She had never experienced such a feeling in her previous life. Her entire back was covered in sweat, and she felt so hot that the heat made her breathing hot.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel his burning gaze on her face. He was tall. Obviously, he was bending over and looking down at her.

Emily tilted her head. She felt that no matter how hard she tried, she could not dodge his breathing with the bouquet.

She finally couldn't help but raise her head and ask, "What's gone?"

Ever since the last kiss in the private room, her altitude towards him had changed drastically. Now her heartbeat was too abnormal, and she had this hot and strange feeling.

A cool finger gently stroked her chin.

Emily was shocked by the cold. Then, she felt his breathing pressed on her with the fragrance of wine. She suddenly widened her eyes. This time, it was obviously different from last time.

She felt that a nimble little fish went into her mouth, wantonly invading in and leaving behind its own imprint tyrannically.