Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 120

Emily couldn't help but look up at the other side.

When Vincent ate and worked, his expression was somewhat indifferent. She observed him and occasionally felt that he was a little cold. But these days, she saw him busy in the study, often working until the latter half of the night. He only slept two hours before getting up. Immediately, she felt that his other kinds of expression had been exhausted by work. Perhaps indifference was the most suitable expression for him.

Probably sensing her gaze, Vincent suddenly looked up at her. His eyes showed an inexplicable surge of emotions.

Emily immediately regained her senses. She picked up a pork rib with chopsticks. Her lips were still stained with his aura. She reached out and wiped her lips with all her strength before biting the rib.

The sound of gnawing on the ribs coincided with the sucking sound coming from her cochlea, forming a duet. From time to time, the duet rang in her mind and her ears gradually turned red.

When Vincent saw her blush scarlet, a faint smile lifted the corner of his mouth.

Rex considerately turned on the phone calendar and handed it to Vincent.

Vincent didn't know what he meant.

Rex pointed to New Year's Eve and then to the current date. He showed the number with his fingers. "There are 73 days left. Mr. Vincent, hold on."

"Get lost."

Before Rex left, he showed Vincent the rainstorm warning on his phone.

"Mr. Vincent, there will be a rainstorm tonight."

Vincent nodded and looked at Emily calmly. Emily was chewing on her ribs with her pink lips stained with oil. She looked up, thinking that Vincent had something to say to her. Her big eyes were clear, as if they were filled with boundless galaxies and sparkling stars.

Emily waited for a long time. But Vincent reached out and wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue.

Then he went into the bedroom on the third floor and never came out.

A sudden heavy rain fell during the night. Emily listened to the sound on the window and was somewhat distracted. She thought that it would be very beautiful to draw the rain.

Rex came in with milk and said to her, "Mr. Vincent should go to bed early tonight. Miss Emily, good night. Don't stay up too late after reading."

"Alright."

Emily looked at the chock, finding that it was nine o'clock in the evening.

After she finished her homework, she did some research on stocks and noted down the recent gains and losses of the two stocks. Then, she turned off her computer and walked out of the study.

Three guards stood outside Vincent's room. They were holding blankets and medicine boxes in their hands. It looked like they were about to enter.

Emily asked in surprise, "What happened to Vincent?"

The guards replied in unison, "Nothing."

Emily suspiciously wanted to follow, but the door was closed by the guards who filed in.

Just as she was about to go inside, she saw the door was opened and Rex was standing by it.

She asked, "What's wrong with Vincent? Why did you take the medicine chest? Is he hurt?"

"No, Mr. Vincent just has a cold. He's afraid he'll infect you. After taking the medicine, he's gone to bed." Rex said.

"Got it."

Emily left doubtfully.

Why did Vincent suddenly catch a cold? He was fine during the meal.

Emily touched her lips. If he was afraid of infection, why did he kiss her so violently today?

After confirming that Emily left without looking back, Rex closed the door. The room was in total darkness, and the guards stood in the dark, blending into the night. Something in their hands emitted an ice-cold light.

Vincent was lying on the bed. The veins on his forehead and neck bulged, as if he was enduring great pain. His voice was hoarse. "Retreat!"

"Miss Emily has left." Rex whispered, "Mr. Vincent, take an injection. You're in too much pain."

"Take it away!" Vincent's expression was ferocious.