Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 180 Dumplings

Rex put aside the hot milk in his hand, hurriedly sat Emily down and then held her head up, "Look up to stop the nosebleed first."

At this time, Vincent came in and saw Rex bending over Emily. They were too close to each other. From afar, it looked like Rex was going to kiss her. Vincent strode over to fend off Rex's hand, "I'll do it."

Rex's arm was almost dislocated by the force. He thought to himself, 'did I do anything wrong? It felt that Mr. Vincent was attempting to break my arm.'

Rex moved aside, watching how Mr. Vincent wiped away the blood for Emily. Only then did he realize that when he tried to stop Emily's nosebleed, he was getting too close to her! Wait, was Mr. Vincent being jealous?!

"Why are you still here?" Vincent coldly looked at Rex and said, "Go get the medicine chest."

"Oh, right."

Rex left unwillingly, feeling heart-broken.

Mr. Vincent had changed. He was no longer the man who called him Little Rex!

The Guards were like, "Scram, Mr. Vincent had never called you like that!"

Rex didn't realize that a medicine chest was not necessary for the nosebleed until he fetched the chest back! Now Rex was more convinced that Mr. Vincent had changed because he just wanted to get rid of him by asking him to get the chest!

Carrying the chest with mixed feelings, Rex met Christy on the corridor, who was hungry and came out to look for food. She was wearing a fluffy nightgown with an ice-cold little robot in her arms.

Noticing that Rex was holding a medicine chest, Christy stopped and asked, "Did Emily get injured?"

Rex shook his head, "Miss Emily had a nosebleed due to the overwork."

"Is she staying up so late for studying?"

Christy glanced at Emily's room. She knew the decoration and configuration of the guest rooms because she herself was living in a guest room. Obviously, Emily's room looked more like the room of Vincent. She had glanced through the door for once and saw the pool outside the balcony. The rippled pool was sparkling under the light.

Vincent was a cold and ruthless man, but he doted on such a little girl so much at home. Christy was quite surprised by this contrast.

However, she enjoyed to see this. After all, Emily was so beautiful and elegant that she seemed to be a good match for Vincent, who was handsome and noble.

"Yes." Rex looked at her and asked, "Why are you coming out? Are you hungry?"

Christy nodded and stroked the head of the little robot. She asked Rex, "Do you have any dumplings? I want to eat dumplings."

After the servants of the Peckers waiting till so late at night, the bell finally rang.

The servants rushed to the attic. A moment later, one of them rushed down and shouted, "Mr. Trevor wants to eat dumplings!"

Mr. and Mrs. Peck also came out of the room and hurriedly came over. They took the note from the servants. There was only one word on the note, "dumplings".

Mrs. Peck was surprised. "He didn't even have one bite of dumplings when we were celebrating the New Year. Why would he want to eat dumplings now?"

Without waiting for Mr. Peck's reply, she then smiled and said, "Well, who cares? If our son wants to eat it, we would give him immediately."

"This child finally gets interested in eating something," she continued rattling and said to the servant beside her, "Hurry up. Serve me some dumplings as well when you finish cooking." Mr. Peck finally managed to say something, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not. I just want to pretend that I would be having dinner with our son." She sighed softly, "When can I have a meal with him?"

Before Mr. Peck replied, she patted him on the shoulder, as if she was consoling him, "Now is good enough. Don't expect too much. We've been waiting for so many years. Let's take it easy."

Mr. Peck was struck dumb.

He thought to himself, 'Did I say anything?'

...

After Emily finished drinking the honey water, she lay on the bed obediently. According to Vincent, she was forbidden to read the books on the table for now. And he would set her reading schedule as well. She did not feel sleepy with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and found that Vincent was sitting up straight at the desk. His hair was a little wet after bath, which somehow looked shiny. "Vincent." She softly called him.

Vincent turned around as she called him. Due to his clearly outlined face, when he stared at someone, he seemed to be very affectionate. He put on an inquiring face with his raised eyebrows.

If other women were stared by Vincent like this, they would blush immediately. However, Emily was accustomed to this. She covered her face with the blankets, leaving only her watery eyes out there. Her voice was muffled, "I can't sleep."

Emily was with her mother the first seven years of her life, who rarely praised her good looks. Then she moved to the Britt's, Beverly and Elsie had never praised her because they disliked her. Not to mention her father and her brother Eliot, who were simple-minded when it came to women. Therefore, Emily always thought that she was plain-looking. Even if someone praised her looks, she had never considered it more than flattering compliment.

Real divine beauties wouldn't care so much about their looks.

She stared at Vincent with beautiful watery eyes. Her white hands were holding the gray blanket tightly. She didn't intend to seduce anyone, but her words somehow sounded coquettish.

Vincent put down the book in his hand and walked to the bedside. He restrained himself from lifting the blanket to hug her. He just looked into her moist eyes that were out there. His voice was a little husky, "I will watch you sleep."

Emily was speechless. She thought to herself, 'If so, it would be more difficult for me to fall asleep.'

Emily closed her eyes, but she felt so uneasy for being stared that she opened her eyes again and asked hesitantly, "Vincent, have you finished your work?"

"Yes."

"Then talk to me." Emily showed her whole face and said, "Eliot often sits by my bed and talks to me. As he speaks, I will fall asleep..."

It occurred to Emily that last time she said Vincent was like her brother Eliot, he...

She tried to explain, "I mean..."

However, Vincent did not care. Instead, he whispered, "What did he say to you?"

"What happened in the company, his distress, and some funny gossip." Emily thought of something and whispered, "Actually, Eliot talked to me because he thought I might be bored when I was alone at home." Vincent nodded, "He was nice to you."

"Yes. Eliot was the only one who's nice to me apart from my father," Emily added softly, "When I was still a retard."

Vincent looked at her without asking anything. He just held her and said determinedly, "I will protect you. No one could harm you from now on. I will make up for what you've missed before."

Emily giggled and put her arms around Vincent's neck. She rubbed her head on Vincent's neck and said with a smile, "Vincent, I like you more and more."

This was the first time Emily said that she liked him. Vincent was touched. Since Emily was holding him, she could easily feel that Vincent was pleased.

She turned to him, but she was stopped by Vincent immediately.

Emily was confused.

Vincent looked at her with his affectionate eyes and said in a husky voice, "You're getting too close. I might lose control."

Emily silently lay back under her blankets, staring at him, smiling.

Vincent cast a warning glance at her. Emily immediately covered her face with the blankets, leaving only the top of her head out. Smiling indulgently, Vincent stood up and rubbed her head. Then he took a cold shower in the bathroom. After he felt warmer, he lifted the blanket and gently hugged Emily.

Emily was asleep with her mouth open.

Vincent pulled down the blanket a little. Seeing the bruise on her neck, he sighed and kissed her forehead almost devoutly.

His scent was so familiar to her and she involuntarily crept into his arms.

The guards stayed up all night outside, pricking up their ears. However, they heard nothing but the four showers that Vincent took.