Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 672


    When Vincent came out of the room, he found someone squat at the door.


    Emily curled up and leaned against the door. She wore pink pajamas and half her face was exposed.


    Her eyshes were long and her long ck hair hung down to the floor.


    She slept soundly like a kitten, and her breathing was even.


    Rex whispered at the door, “She’s been here since 5 o’clock. I asked her but she didn’t speak, just


    squatting here.”


    Vincent flipped his hand and Rex left quietly.


    The guards who stood against the wall also disappeared one after another. The entire corridor was left


    with Vincent and Emily. The air was serene and quiet. The air after the rain prated through the


    open window, mixed with a hint of floral fragrance, apanied by bursts of birds. It seemed that one


    could smell nature.


    Hazily, Emily opened her eyes. Suddenly, she saw a magnified handsome face in front of her. She


    muttered, “Mr. Vincent?”


    “What are you doing here?” Vincent rubbed her head.


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    Emily seemed to have not woken up. She looked down at herself and asked hesitantly, “I … What am I


    doing here?”


    “Emily?” Vincent looked at her in doubt.


    Emily nodded. “Yeah.”


    Vincent was uncertain. He lifted her chin, looked straight into her eyes, and asked, “Who am I?”


    Emily was at a loss for a second before replying, “You are Mr. Vincent.”


    It was not her.


    Vincent released his hand and looked at her gently. “You don’t remember why you came to my door?”


    Emily shook her head. “I don’t remember.”


    “Then what else do you remember?” he asked.


    Emily frowned and thought for a moment. Suddenly, her face whitened. She grabbed Vincent’s sleeves


    and said, “Fire.”


    “Had a nightmare?” Vincent tried to confirm.


    Emily nodded. “zing fire.”


    “It’s okay. Just a nightmare.” Vincent pulled her up from the ground and said, “Go downstairs and have


    breakfast.”


    Emily obediently held his hand, and when they walked to the corner of the stairs, she said, “Mr.


    Vincent, I dreamed that you were dead.”


    Vincent stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. He finally realized that she had not dreamed of


    the firest night, but remembered the previous car ident.


    “And?” he asked.


    “Your hair.” “Your hair is ck in the dream,” she pointed at his hair.


    Vincent looked at her and asked, “Did you talk to me in the dream?”


    Emily lowered her head and thought for a moment before answering, “I did, but I don’t remember those


    words.”


    “If you can’t remember, then don’t.” “Let’s go have breakfast first.” Vincent held her hand and continued


    walking down the stairs.


    “Alright.”


    Rex brought a few boiled eggs from the kitchen, then heated two cups of milk and brought them to


    Vincent and Emily.


    Emily asked as she ate, “Where’s mom? Is she still asleep?”


    Rex looked at his watch, “I guess so. I’ll go and check.”


    Donna was not as healthy as she was before. She probably felt that she could entrust Emily to Vincent.


    Therefore, when the burden in her heart was put down, illness attacked her and almost crushed her


    overnight. She rarely coughed recently, but after the rainst night, she began to cough violently again.


    Therefore, even it was the thunderstorm night that Emily most afraid of, she could not go to be with


    Emily.


    When Rex knocked on the door, Donna was taking medicine. She patted her face, and her skin turned


    red. She opened the door and said to Rex, “Morning.”


    After Rex greeted her, he said to her, “Miss Emily and Mr. Vincent are eating downstairs. Pleasee


    down.”


    “Sure.” Donna put the medicine back in the drawer, looked into the mirror, and followed Rex out.


    Emily was no longer at the dining table. Vincent disliked the taste of the fried egg and decided to cook it


    himself. Emily followed him to the kitchen to learn how to do it. Therefore, each of them held a frying


    pan. The guards on the side were still instructing,


    “Quick, quick! Flip it over! It’s going to burn!”


    “It tastes better with a sunny side up!”


    “Why don’t you just eat it raw! You ought to eat the cooked eggs!”


    “Miss Emily, yours is about to get burnt!”


    Emily was flustered on the side. Vincent took a shovel and flipped it over for her. He turned off the fire


    and took a te to fill the te, using ketchup to draw a smile on the fried egg.


    “I want to draw it! I want to!” Emily raised her hand excitedly.


    Vincent handed over the ketchup and Emily took it over to draw on her fried egg. Vincent thought that


    she would draw a smile, but he did not expect that she drew a swallow.


    “Does it look good?” She looked back with a smile.


    Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly, “Beautiful.”


    Donna, who was standing at the entrance of the kitchen and watching this scene, revealed a gratified


    smile.


    Only the guards on the side took out their phones and took pictures of the two fried eggs on the te.


    One was a smiling face and the other was a swallow.


    After lunch, Vincent brought Emily out to buy clothes. This time, Donna only brought a few clothes to


    change. After being here for some days, there were only a few clothes. Rex bought some pieces back,


    but Emily did not like them. They were all ced in the box and had not been worn.


    The weather was good today, Vincent decided to bring them out for a walk.


    Emily had visited a lot of entertainment ces in the past few days. It was the first time she hade


    to the shopping mall. While Vincent was outside looking at the iPad, she had already taken out a


    couple sets of clothes and gestured at him.


    “For me?” He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.


    “No, Dad’s birthday ising. It is for him,” Emily stuck out her tongue.


    Vincent tilted his head to look at Donna. Thetter also had a surprised look on her face. Then, he


    turned around and hid the sadness in his eyes.


    Emily finally chose two sets of clothes, one grey for her father, and the other pure ck for Vincent.


    When she went to pay the bill, she took out her wallet, put the one-hundred banknote on the counter,


    and asked, “Are these enough?”


    The guide looked at the price tag with four zeros on and then looked back at the four hundred pieces


    on the counter in front of her, unable to even squeeze out a smile.


    Emily observed her expression and hesitantly took out another one from her wallet and put it on the


    table. “Miss, would it be enough?”


    The guide took a deep breath and was about to speak when she saw a man in ck quickly stuff a


    card into her palm. She was stunned for a moment and turned back to seek him. She was not sure who


    the man in ck was. He nodded slightly at the man standing at the front who looked very imposing.


    The guide was a smart person. She immediately understood and smiled at Emily. “Enough.”


    So she charged the card and epted the five hundred yuan on the counter. Then she wrapped up the


    clothes and put them into the bag and handed them over. “Please take care, thank you foring.”


    “Thank you.” Emily held the bag in both hands and whispered, “The clothes are so expensive.”


    Having heard this, the guide’s feet twisted and she almost fell.


    After that, they went shopping in women’s clothing. Vincent waved his hand and let the guards go


    shopping. Only Rex was there. The two of them sat on the sofa and watched Emilye out of the


    locker room. She was wearing a pink dress.


    This skirt was really very … cute. And she had a palm-sized face, ck eyes that were as wet as a


    deer, a small nose, pink and slightly curved lips.


    Emily could be said to be a real SD doll, so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off her.