Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 47 Here

"It's going to rain. Miss Emily, come in. I'll give Mr. Maury a call." Harold took out his phone and made a phone call while walking.

Emily nodded and walked away.

Sydnee asked, "Are you staying in the East Side tonight?"

Emily raised her head to look at the sky, "Well, if it rains, I will stay tonight. If not, we will hurry back overnight."

"Alright, then I'll go tidy up. We'll start tomorrow." Sydnee had a tremendous spirit. She was still wearing a long green dress, but her temperament was obviously different. Without the aloofness and coldness that used to come along with her, she seemed to be more energetic now.

"What's the matter?" Noticing that Emily had been staring at her, Sydnee couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and ask, "Is there something on my face?"

"One word." Emily wrote in her palm with fingers, "Beautiful."

Sydnee was speechless.

She was puzzled.

Harold, who had just hung up, was also dumbfounded.

Emily smiled and walked into the East Side. Harold went to the kitchen to order dishes. Because the dark clouds pressed down, the room was pitch black. This was an old-fashioned building without wall lights, so she needed to light red candles.

When she walked to the table and touched the match, she felt everything seemed to be familiar.

She paused, took a few steps into the darkness and kicked something under her feet. She staggered into a man's embrace and even dropped her hat.

There was a faint nicotine smell on his body. He might have just drunk some wine, and she could smell the bouquet from him. It was somewhat intoxicating.

"Why are you here?" She propped up her arms and got up. She seemed to have pressed down on something. She heard him let out a low "hiss". The sound seemed to be in her ears. She could even feel his boiling hot breathing. Unexpectedly, her ears became hot all of a sudden.

She took two steps back, rubbed her ears, and rubbed the goose bumps on her arms.

After that day, this was the first time she and he were "alone".

Emily wanted to light the candle, but she was worried that Harold would see two figures show cast on the door. She could only endure the indistinct darkness and whispered, "Because of last time?" Perhaps he said that because he wanted to get rid of that girl.

Emily was very considerate, "Don't worry. I didn't take it wrong. You've helped me many times, so I am supposed to help you too."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was held up by her waist. Shocked, she was grabbed the shirt on his chest tightly, "Mr. Vincent?"

Vincent pressed her against the wall, rubbed her lips with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "Is it gone?"

"What?" In the darkness, Emily was somewhat confused and even a little nervous. She was worried that Vincent would kiss her again, and her heart started to beat wildly again.

She had never experienced such a feeling in her previous life. Her entire back was covered in sweat, and she felt so hot that the heat made her breathing hot.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel his burning gaze on her face. He was tall. Obviously, he was bending over and looking down at her.

Emily tilted her head. She felt that no matter how hard she tried, she could not dodge his breathing with the bouquet.

She finally couldn't help but raise her head and ask, "What's gone?"

Ever since the last kiss in the private room, her altitude towards him had changed drastically. Now her heartbeat was too abnormal, and she had this hot and strange feeling.

A cool finger gently stroked her chin.

Emily was shocked by the cold. Then, she felt his breathing pressed on her with the fragrance of wine. She suddenly widened her eyes. This time, it was obviously different from last time.

She felt that a nimble little fish went into her mouth, wantonly invading in and leaving behind its own imprint tyrannically.

Emily's mind exploded.

She pushed Vincent away abruptly and wiped the saliva on her lips carelessly. Her heart beat violently, and she heard the man's low and deep voice above her head, "I don't think my demonstration last time is good enough."

Emily, "...."

Guard A in the shadows: Someone light the candle! Damn it! I can't see anything!"

Guard B in the shadows, God! Will Mr. Vincent have a forgettable night? I am so excited and nervous!

Guard C in the shadows: I don't think so.

Guard B in the shadows: Why?

Guard D in the shadows: Because it will be a restricted scene.

Guard A:...

Guard B:...

Harold's voice came from outside the door, "Miss Emily, someone wants to see you."

Emily coughed, "Okay, I'm coming." Suddenly, she remembered that she didn't know anyone here except Sydnee. So she asked, "Who?"

"She said her last name was Peck. She's the one we met last time at the Worldwide Restaurant," Harold said.

Was she Vincent's sweetheart?

Emily looked at Vincent opposite her in the darkness and whispered, "Vincent, I'm just a retard."

The implication was "please don't entertain me anymore. Look, your sweetheart has come to replace you. Please go to meet her."

A warm palm rest on her head. Emily was like a cat whose fur had been smoothed, motionless, and she felt as if her heart had been caressed. She suddenly calmed down. Vincent rubbed her head and said in a hoarse, magnetic voice, "With me here, no one dares to mess with you, my little retard."

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Emily pondered for a moment. Vincent had power and wealth. If the Britt Group inevitably went bankrupt sooner or later, could it be avoided if she counted on him?

She thought for a moment and carefully asked, "Then what do you want from me?"

Vincent looked at her quietly in the darkness. This girl had been taught by Eliot about the equivalent exchange in the business world. If he said that he didn't want anything, she wouldn't dare to accept it. "Here," he said, touching her lips with his thumb, his voice low. "Only I can touch here from now on."

Emily gritted her teeth and agreed helplessly, "Okay."

Arabella, having waiting outside for a long time, was probably anxious. She directly pushed the door open and went in. Harold had no guts to stop her. However, she did not expect that she would see this

scene.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky, and the room was instant as bright as day.

Vincent was tall and strong, holding Miss Emily in his embrace, so Harold could only see her white sneakers. Hearing the movement behind him, Vincent turned around coldly, revealing half of his handsome face. His arrogant look revealed an infiltrating chill.

Arabella had known that Vincent was here, but she didn't know that he was in this retard's room. She stared at them with her eyes wide open. The lightning disappeared and thunder rolled over. Harold stood there, hesitating whether to light the candle or not.

It was Emily who broke the silence. She came out from under Vincent's long arm and found a match to light it. She picked up the red candle and walked to the door. Then she looked at Arabella and asked, "Arabella, are you looking for me?"

Arabella stared at her red lips and smelt the aura that clearly came from Vincent. Her eyes immediately turn red as she pointed at Emily, asking, "What were you guys doing just now?"