Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 928 Tastes Good (3)

They chatted for a while before Noah, Trevor, and the others called for the meal from the kitchen. The group of people took their seats one after another. Emily was called into the kitchen by Vincent. Vincent put the candle on the cake and lit it with a lighter. "Make a wish," Vincent said to Emily.

"Are you keeping this between the two of you? Are we not allowed to join?" Ferne craned his neck and grinned mischievously.

Emily closed her eyes and made a wish with a smile.

The others were also at the kitchen door, smilingly watching them and bursting into cheers after Emily blew the candle.

Stony was the first to rush forward and shouted, "Happy birthday, the beautiful Ms. Emily!"

Vincent crouched and looked at Stony. "What do you call me?"

"Uncle Vincent," Stony answered obediently.

"I am your uncle. She is my wife. What should you call her?" Vincent pointed at Emily.

Stony thought for a while before looking at Emily. "The beautiful auntie."

All the people laughed out loud.

The crowd partied until ten in the evening before leaving. Emily entered the kitchen to eat the last piece of cake. Vincent followed her and asked, "Does it taste that good?" "Yeah." Emily smiled happily. "Of course it does. You are the one who made it."

Not only did Vincent make a mango cake, but he also made mango pasta for Emily. Emily felt that she had had a fantastic birthday, with all her friends and Vincent by her side. Vincent hugged her from behind. Emily dug a spoonful of cake and took a small bite before feeding it to Vincent's mouth. "Do you want to have a bite?"

Vincent held the spoon in his mouth.

Vincent frowned as he felt the overly sweet taste of mango in his mouth. Emily turned around and kissed him, exchanging the cream in each other's mouths.

"Vincent..." Emily gasped, "I like you so much."

"Get out," Vincent ordered the guards outside.

The guards were dumbfounded.

"Guard A: Fine. No show to watch, again."

"Guard B: We haven't changed our clothes yet..."

"Guard C: Do you really think that Mr. Vincent could hold it till you finish changing ?"

"Guard D: Men."

Rex was left speechless.

Emily woke up on the sofa in the studio in the middle of the night. In a daze, she saw Vincent was in the chair she usually sat when painting. He was drawing something with a brush and looked up at Emily from time to time.

Emily lifted the blanket that had slipped to her waist, knowing that Vincent was painting her,

Seeing Emily was awake, Vincent smiled and kept painting without saying a word. Emily did not know that he could draw, or rather, she had never seen him draw.

Emily looked at him with a smile from a distance. Like the female lead in Titanic, She was naked on the sofa, staring at Vincent in silence with her beautiful eyes.

After a few minutes, Vincent finished drawing and stood up. Emily was about to get down when he came over and kissed her again.

Only When Vincent walked out of the studio with Emily in his arms, did Emily see the attractive woman in the painting. The woman with misty eyes and bright skin was half-covered by a blanket, revealing her slender legs.

Emily was not shocked by the woman's beauty but by the fact that Vincent could draw so well.

"I didn't even know your could paint." Emily was very sleepy, but she was still in shock. "You never talked about it..."

Emily had drunk some wine in the night. She was supposed to be dazed but yet she was very lucid. She remembered that Vincent's sister liked to paint and was very talented, but no one knew Vincent could paint.

Did Vincent hide his talent for the sake of his sister or...?

"It's not like that, don't overthink about it." Vincent pecked Emily on the lips as if he knew what she was thinking. "I helped her collect painting materials and studied them for a while. You have some influences on me too, but I have never painted for real."

"You are the first person," He paused and looked at Emily, "that I ever paint."

Emily looked at the painting again and blushed. "Is this the present you were talking about?"

"Do you like it?" Vincent asked in a low voice.

Emily nodded. "Keep it safe. Don't let anyone see it."

Vincent carried her out with one arm and picked up the painting with the other. After walking into the bedroom, he placed the artwork in the direction of the bed. Emily's toe curled up in embarrassment. "Why do you put it there?" Emily asked.

"I want to see it." Vincent kissed her again.00000