Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 172 It Doesn't Hurt

Emily took a few steps down and saw a woman at the end of the stairs. She wore a red overcoat, which was rather eye-catching. There was a look of pride on her face. This woman must have grown up in a wealthy and loving family. There was obvious arrogance in her eyes. She looked relaxed and elegant. She had a slender and enchanting figure with full breast and bottom. She wore a pair of cool black leather trousers that revealed the perfect curve of her legs. It made her look sexy.

The woman raised her head and saw Emily. She was surprised. Then she turned around and asked Rex, "Hey, who is she? I heard that Mr. Vincent's sister have..."

Rex immediately interrupted her, "This is Miss Emily Britt. She saved Mr. Maury in the banquet last time. He quite likes her and has asked her to stay here for a few days."

Rex then looked at Emily and said, "Miss Emily, this is the daughter of the chairman of Zayne Science and Technology."

Emily remembered hearing of this person before. The guards described her as "the daughter of the chairman of Zayne, a beauty with a nine head figure."

"Miss Britt?" The woman seemed to know nothing about the Britts. She tilted her head and thought for a few seconds. Then she smiled at Emily, "Hello, my name is Irene Potter." She had an air of sophistication obtained from frequent social engagement. She stared at Emily and asked, "Aren't you coming down? It hurts my neck to talk to you from here." She didn't beat around the bush. It was a straightforward woman.

Emily stood there and said in baby's voice, "Nice to see you, Miss Irene."

Then she turned around and went upstairs.

Irene was a little surprised, "Hey, what does she mean?"

Rex didn't know why the little Hulk played dumb again, but he had to explain that to Irene. Therefore, he sighed and said, "When Miss Emily was seven years old, she had a high fever. It caused serious damage to her brain. And now her intelligence is equivalent to that of a seven-year-old child."

The guards twitched their eyebrows as they heard the nonsense.

"Oh... I see. She does look like a child, but she's pretty." Irene said sympathetically. But then she sat on the sofa and opened the mobile phone memo, "What's the color of Mr. Vincent's bed and quilt?"

Rex was shocked.

He cleared his throat, "Miss Irene, Mr. Vincent doesn't like people to ask about his personal affairs."

"Is it personal?" Irene was a little annoyed and said, "I am going to buy an apartment. I need to know his style so that I can ask people to decorate the bedroom. I am just asking. I didn't even get into his bedroom."

She wanted to buy an apartment for Mr. Vincent and herself?

"Miss Irene, Mr. Vincent rarely shows an interest in women." After saying that, Rex recalled the bruise on the little Hulk's neck. He felt a little guilty for lying.

"Come on. That's because he doesn't like them." Irene smiled. She stood up and walked to the stairs. She looked up and said, "A woman can succeed as long as she takes the initiative. He has turned down so many women. But I must be special to him. I have been trying for so long, and he hasn't turned me away."

Rex was speechless. No. You were the same with those women. He didn't turn you down just because your father was a business partner, Miss Irene!

"Forget it. I'll wait at the door." Irene picked up her gloves and walked out. When she got out of the door, she looked behind at the second floor. She saw a window open. It was the study room.

She did not know much about Vincent, but she remembered that he didn't open the window in the past a few days. Thinking of this, a shadow of smile touched her mouth.

Emily was checking the stocks in her room. She had registered an account with Harold's ID number and bank account. She bought two stocks recommended by Mr. Vincent. The prices were still falling and she saw a bright green on the phone.

She put it down and began to practice handwriting. However, what popped in to her mind was Irene in her red overcoat. Red was indeed gorgeous and beautiful. Christy had impressed people when she showed up in red. She was so beautiful. No one compared to her. Naturally, Irene also knew the charm of this color, and she looked good in it.

Emily put down the pen and quickly rushed to the studio. She sat down, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then she picked up the brush and dipped it with some red paint. She applied one brush of it or the paper.

It was the first time she had painted a full-length portrait. She had made several paintings of Mr. Vincent, but only his face. This time she didn't draw with pencil. She directly applied the paint. Emily drew Irene's slender waist and mixed pink and yellow for the arms. There was a diamond-embedded purse in her hand, and the golden eardrops were shining on her ears. The woman wore a pair of high heels and was striding on a red carpet. Her red lips made her even more glamorous.

Emily did not focus on the details of her face. She just tried to put on a sexy and enchanting air. Emily only painted her lips on the face, with the corner curled. The woman was smiling...

Emily didn't stop until she finished it. She felt her waist and neck ache. She stood up and turned her head to relax. Then she saw Mr. Vincent standing behind her. She did not notice him until now. Emily was startled. She quickly pulled down the sleeves of her sweater and lifted her collar. Then she greeted him, "Mr. Vincent."

Vincent had just got up because he had taken a high dose of sleeping pills yesterday. He still remembered what happened last night. He worried that he had hurt Emily, so he hurriedly came to see whether she was alright. He just stood there because she had concentrated on painting. The bright red on the paper chased away the gloom in his heart. But he suddenly noticed the bruises on Emily's wrist and neck. His eyes instantly darkened.

Emily saw his cold expression and got closer to him. Just as she was about to speak, Vincent grabbed her arm and stared at her wrist. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you applied some ointment?"

"Yes."

"Does it hurt?" He lowered his head and gently kissed her wrist.

Emily felt itchy in the bruise. She quickly withdrew her hand and said, "No. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Let me check your neck." He reached out to her turtleneck sweater.

Emily quickly covered her neck and said, "There is ointment on it. You can't..."

Vincent was amused and curled his lips, but the smile quickly disappeared. He said, "I am not going to kiss your neck."

Emily put her index fingers on the corners of his mouth and curled his lips, "Mr. Vincent, you should smile more. I have read a poem by Bai Juyi (a Chinese poet of the Tang dynasty) this morning. And I thought it is exaggerating. But I just saw you smile. I think it has perfectly described your smile."

If the people outside saw Emily touch Mr. Vincent's face and squeeze a smile. They would be dumfounded. In their eyes, she was provoking a tiger.

However, Vincent just raised his eyebrows and asked, "What poem?"

"She was incomparably charming when she glanced back and smiled to me." Emily replied. And she gently slid her index finger on his lips.

Vincent's gloomy feeling was completely dispelled by her. He let out a low sigh and gently hugged her. He put his chin on her head and gently rubbed against her hairs. He said, "Are you trying to amuse me?" His hoarse voice sounded attractive to her.

Emily put her arms around his waist and deliberately said with jealousy, "A beauty came here just now. She wanted to see you. She is really beautiful and has a terrific figure."

Vincent smiled, "Just like you?"

"She's prettier than me." Emily raised her head and touched the tip of his nose. She warned him in a low voice, "I don't want you to like her."

Vincent lowered his head and nuzzled the tip of her nose, "OK."

The guards at the door breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Vincent was upset on the anniversary of that person's death every year. He would get mad at trivial matters. If one of them made a mistake, all the guards would get punished. It might be to climb trees on rainy days, or even worse.

Now the little Hulk had cheered Mr. Vincent up with a few words. They felt relieved and started to like this girl.

She was the first person that made Vincent smile on the day after the anniversary.☐☐☐☐☐☐