Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 92


    Chapter 92 Peace


    When Eliot went upstairs, Beverly noticed that he didn’t have any paper documents with him, so she


    asked caringly, “Son, how’s thepany recently?”


    Eliot unbuttoned his shirt expressionlessly, “It’s none of your business.”


    Beverly followed him to the second floor step by step. “I’m just worried about you.”


    Eliot stopped and turned to look at her, “You can worry, but don’t interfere. If you do it again and belch it


    up, I can’t save you.”


    “Son, what are you talking about?” Beverlyughed embarrassedly.


    “Mom, you know what I’m talking about.” Eliot gave her a deep look and said, “It’ste. Go to bed.”


    “Ah–” Beverly wanted to say something else, but the door was already closed.


    She stomped her foot in frustration.


    After taking a bath, Eliot went straight to the guest room on the first floor. Harold Green was doing


    push-ups on the floor. Seeing Eliot enter, he stood up in no hurry and asked with a dull face, “Eliot, are


    you looking for me?”


    “Yes.” Eliot nodded and looked around his room. There were very few things, and the quilt on his bed


    was folded like an orderly block. He was indeed a veteran soldier.


    “I’m going to ask you a few questions and you are going to answer them honestly. If you don’t tell the


    truth, then you will lose your reputation as a soldier!”


    Eliot sat on the bed and looked at Harold with a bitter gaze, “Tell me, how Emily and Vincent knew each


    other?”


    …


    Emily received the messages from Harold only after finishing her shower.


    “Congrattions, Miss Emily. Another million scored.”


    She flipped through her phone and got a few more messages.


    “Mr. Eliot just came to ask me how you and Mr. Vincent got to know each other.”


    Emily did not reply to Harold’s messages. Instead, she called Eliot.


    “Eliot.”


    “What’s wrong? Can’t you sleep?” Eliot’s voice was also very clear. Apparently he hadn’t slept.


    Emily replied in a low voice, “Yes.”


    “What’s wrong? Something on your mind?” Eliot asked.


    Emily asked hesitantly, “Eliot, are you unhappy?”


    Eliot didn’t say anything.


    Emily said softly, “I heard Elsie say that the Scavo family is very powerful. As long as we can stay in the


    Scavo family, thepany will be saved.”


    Eliot was stunned. After a long while, he said, “You … stayed because of this?”


    “Eliot, I hope you and Dad will be fine, and our family will be fine.”


    Hearing this, Eliot’s voice became hoarse, “Emily…”


    After hanging up the phone, what Harold had said echoed in his mind.


    “At the Scavo’s banquet at the end of September, Miss Emily was drugged by Miss Elsie and fell into


    the pool. It was Mr. Vincent who rescued her.”


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    “At the birthday banquet of Mr. Ian, Ms. Elsie again drugged Ms. Emily. Mr. Vincent saved her again.”


    No wonder she didn’t know anything.


    What was ridiculous was that he still suspected her.


    Eliot covered his face, all he could think about was Emily’s palm-sized face with sparkling tears, and


    she called him softly, “Brother…”


    The pain was so immense as if his heart was seized up.


    **


    Aftering out of the bathroom, Emily climbed onto the bed. There was Vincent’s aura in the quilt.


    She sniffed gently and a hint of peace swept over her heart. Probably a little exhausted today, she


    drifted off to sleep not long after she closed her eyes.


    When Vincent came in wet, the little girly on the bed and snored lightly like a small animal.


    He walked over and ruffled her long hair onto the pillow, the girl’s porcin-white cheeks glowing


    seductively in the dim wall light, her pink lips slightly opened, and her breath exhaled with a hint of mint.


    He stared at her for a moment, then stretched his hand under the pillow and, as expected, felt the cold


    dagger underneath.


    He had slept with a gun under his pillow for ten years, so he naturally understood her defensive


    behavior out of fear. However, he was not sure what kind of dark abyss this little girl had experienced to


    have to sleep with a knife under her pillow.


    What did she dream of that night at the Tea Manor that caused her to cry out in a heartbreaking voice,


    “No…”


    This little girl was filled with secrets.


    Vincent tucked her in and got up to leave, but his hand was grabbed.


    Cold tones spread out behind the man. The ripples of the pool burst through the gaps in the curtains


    and twisted themselves around the ceiling, reflecting the dark blue vastness of the stars on the wall.


    The girly on the dark gray bed, against which her skin appeared tender and fair, the exquisite


    corbones exposed, and the silk-like hair coiled on the sheets.


    With her eyes opened and a dazed expression from sleep, Emily grabbed his hand and asked in a soft


    voice, “Where are you going? Didn’t you say we should sleep together?”


    In the dim light, the man’s voice was slightly maic and hoarse. “My self-control isn’t that good.”


    Emily did not follow his thoughts, her dazed eyes rippling with confusion, gradually lingering from the


    daze to rity, only to see the tall and straight back of the man slowly walking out of sight.


    She thought they were going to sleep together tonight.


    After Vincent left, she felt a bit strange, as if she was disappointed.


    Perhaps living alone in a strange ce was a bit ufortable. As she thought this, she fell asleep


    again. Half asleep, she suddenly remembered his words about self-control… She vaguely thought of


    something andughed in her dream.


    It was a rare night that she did not have nightmares, but dreamed of Vincent, the second time since


    she had dreamed of him on the night he first kissed her.


    In her dream, he and Arabe were arguing about something. Emily opened the bathroom door and


    went out. Seeing that the two of them were kissing, she felt somewhat ufortable.


    Suddenly, the scene changed and she turned into Arabe, the feeling on her lips real and hot. She


    then woke up with a dazed gasp. It was already dawn.


    After she finished washing up, she walked along the corridor to the training room. The door was half


    open and she could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting inside. She pushed the door open and walked


    in before seeing a group of people fighting on the arena.


    There were Rex, a few guards, and Vincent.


    They heard the sound and looked back with sweat stained eyes. Vincent rolled down from the arena


    with a thinyer of sweat on his forehead. He took the towel handed over by a guard and wiped his


    face and neck. Then, he walked towards Emily and asked, “Got up?”


    Emily nodded as she took a set of white martial arts clothes from Rex. Then, she walked side by side


    with Vincent to a room. The man took off his wet clothes and revealed a hideous and sweaty back. His


    muscles were firm and strong, and small onesy dormant on the surface of his skin, breathing in the


    surrounding air through the bulging veins.


    Turning back, he seemed to see Emily just now. He stroked the top of her hair with his big palm and


    said, “Go and have breakfast.”


    Emily nodded and suddenly reached out to the scar on his chest.


    The man held his breath, the rhythm of his breathing following the spin of her fingertips.


    Emily looked at the cubicle and saw that there was a bathroom inside for shower, and outside was for


    changing clothes. Vincent should be preparing to take a bath. She withdrew her fingers and walked out


    with the clothes in her arms.


    Vincent stood still and looked down at his chest, only to feel that the fire that he had managed to


    suppress the entire night had been hooked up again by the little girl’s finger.


    It was killing him.