Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 209

After getting drunk, some would become crazy, some would get into a brawl, some might be in a confusion, while some might mistake someone for someone else.

When Emily was in Vincent's arms, she was quiet. When he carried her out of the car, Emily hugged him drunkenly and shouted, "Dad."

"..."

The guards in the shadow laughed out loud.

Vincent glanced at the darkness, and the guards immediately climbed up the tree with dejected faces to do a handstand.

Vincent looked at Emily in his arms with a gloomy face. Her eyelashes trembled. She wanted to open her eyes, but she was too powerless. She just hugged him and shouted, "Dad...."

In the private room, even though Emily was drunk, she still knew how to answer the question. She just looked drunk, and her voice was soft. She was very cute.

However, at this moment, she hugged him and kept calling, "Dad." After she finished, she pursed her lips with grievances. She didn't open her eyes. It was unknown she was drunk or she was talking in her dreams. "You promised me to carry me on your back, but you broke your word...."

"..."

Vincent remained silent for a moment. Then he put her down and carried her behind him. He hooked her calf and slightly bowed to make her feel more comfortable.

With her on his back, he climbed to the second floor, and walked along the corridor to the end. He was about to walk around when he heard Emily on his back breathing evenly. The hot breathing sprayed behind his neck, and he was attracted, as if a feather was tickling his heart.

Vincent paused and turned around. From his angle, he could see Emily's straight nose and pink lips.

He remembered the kiss in the room this afternoon and forcefully shifted his gaze away. He walked into the bedroom and put Emily on the bed. He took off her shoes and coat. Rex brought two hot towels over. Vincent took them. Under the dim wall lamp, he patiently and gently wiped her face, hands, and her feet.

Emily's feet were small, and her toes were delicate and cute. Vincent held her feet in his palm and wiped them with a towel with the other hand. Emily probably felt a little itchy. She shrank and laughed under the quilt.

Just as Vincent was about to put her foot down, he heard her shout, "Brother...."

Seeing that Vincent suddenly stopped for a long time without reacting, Rex said cautiously, "Miss Emily probably dreamed of her brother...."

The implication was that Emily liked Vincent more than her brother!

However, Rex seldom toadied, so he was not experienced. After he finished, Vincent was unhappy, for Rex's explanation was like a poor lie.

Vincent threw the towel to him without revealing his emotions. "Get out."

Rex responded, "Yes."

After the door closed, Vincent stood on the edge of the bed and said in a low voice, "You are heartless. Why don't you dream of me...."

Emily did dream of Eliot. He tickled her feet with a brush. She smiled while shrinking back. Eliot grabbed her hand and carried her to the chair. "Come, let me teach you how to write. Write your name first...."

Emily knew how to write her name, but her handwriting was poor. Eliot held her hand and taught her over and over again. When she finished writing a piece of paper, she turned the page and said, "Next, I'll write your name. Watch me."

As Emily wrote, she found that what appeared on the paper was not Eliot's name, but Vincent's.

She looked at the line blankly. When she turned around, she saw that the person behind her was not Eliot, but a man with sharp eyes. The man had sharply outlined features and a cold aura. His nose was straight, and his thin lips were like a knife as he pursed them.