Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 995 No One (2)

"Baby?" Janessa looked at Emily suspiciously.

"Yes, your baby." Emily stopped speaking because she saw Armando and a boy about six years old coming over. And the boy called Janessa Mommy. "Why did your baby turn into a boy?" Emily looked at Janessa in surprise.

"What are you talking about?" Janessa felt confused. And then she said to Armando, "Armando, come here. Vincent and Emily's baby is cute!"

'Vincent and I have a baby?

'I couldn't possibly have heard Janessa correctly.

'I must have heard her wrong.'

Janessa's words freaked Emily out.

And Emily noticed that Emma, Jaquan, Eliot, Sydnee, and Lynn were here, too. They got close to Emily and said, "Your baby is adorable!"

Emily turned around, only to see Vincent standing behind her. And there was a baby in his arms.

The baby was quite cute. He looked around and found Emily. He then babbled and reached out to her. It seemed he was saying that he wanted his mommy to hug him.

Emily reached out and held the baby in her arms. It was the first time she had held a baby, but Emily felt she was good at it.

Just as she felt surprised about that, she heard a music clip. And there was a colored water fountain. It seemed to wave like a rainbow. Through the rainbow, two men in suits appeared in front of her.

It was Noah who led Ferne towards here.

Emily suddenly woke up. She gasped for breath and took out her phone to check the time. It was four o'clock in the middle of the night. She exhaled when she found that there was no baby in her hand. "Did you have a nightmare?" Vincent asked and sat up to touch her face.

"No." Emily shook her head. Her voice was hoarse, "I had a strange dream."

She dreamed that Noah married Ferne!

Wasn't it ridiculous?

"What kind of dream?" Vincent got out of bed and poured a glass of water.

Emily lowered her head and took a sip of water. Then she looked at him and said, "I dreamed of our baby."

Vincent was speechless.

He was silent for a moment. And then he sat on the edge of the bed and held Emily's hand.

"Don't misunderstand. I don't want to have a baby yet. It is a dream. That's all." Emily explained.

Vincent let out a laugh, "I got it."

"I also dreamed that Janessa had a son. Her son was about six years old," Emily put down the cup and lay in Vincent's arms, "It is too real. It seemed that it was the truth."

"Well, I see." Vincent hugged her and said in a low voice, "And if you want to have a baby, I can satisfy your wish."

"I'm not afraid of your words. I guess it is a scene that will happen in seven years." Emily assured him.

Vincent paused and thought that it was what he had expected.

"Since you are not afraid, would you like to try for a baby now?" Vincent said with a sexy voice. He then pushed her into the bed.

When Emily arrived at Hump Village the next day, she was sleepy because of the crazy night.

Harold quit his job. Spencer had finished the last operation for Harold and let him have a rest for more than half a month. Spencer told Harold that he could not stay up late. And he should stay indoors at the appropriate room temperature and take care of his wound in the next three months.

When Emily came in, she saw Harold drinking water with a straw.

His face was wrapped in gauze. People could only see his mouth.

After drinking the water, he continued to look down at a pile of small wooden blocks on the table. He made a lot of small things, such as exquisite mini benches, small tables, cute bowls, and so on. "This is for you," Harold said.

Emily didn't know how Harold discovered that she had come in. It turned out that he speeded up his work to make a gift for her.

"What is this?" Emily leaned over and asked.

There was a small house on the table, and there was a particular sofa and carpet inside. In addition, paintings were hanging on the wall. And even those paintings were lifelike.

"It's awesome," Emily said, "Why do you know how to do these wonderful things?"

"I saw it by chance." Harold finished polishing the things and then placed them in the house. Now, everything inside was complete.

He closed the house's door and said to Emily, "Ring the doorbell."

"There's a doorbell?" Emily was surprised. She pressed a black button at the door of the house. And then the doorbell rang.

Harold opened the door. And his index finger pressed the switch behind the door. Then the lights in the house lit up.

"I can't believe the lamps can be lit." Emily came over excitedly, "How did you make it?"

"I can teach you."

"Thank you, teacher." Emily agreed.

Vincent's legs healed. Spencer prescribed some medicine and asked Vincent to take it once a month and finish the check at the end of the year.

Emily planned to go back tonight. Before leaving, she asked Harold, "Did Stephanie contact you?"

Harold nodded.

"Did she say anything to you?" Emily wanted Stephanie to come over here to relax. Spencer did not know what had happened. Therefore, he could not take care of her well. And if Harold knew what had happened, he might be able to take care of Stephanie. After all, Harold was good at looking after people.

"Yes," Harold nodded.

Emily was surprised. Emily thought Stephanie did not tell anyone else about John from Stephanie's words. She even had to take the initiative to call Stephanie to replace out the fact. Why did Stephanie let Harold know about it?

"When did you know?" Emily asked.

"The night before yesterday."

Emily was silent. She did not know how to describe that strange feeling. It seemed that her friend had been snatched away by another friend. She then asked, "She called you first when she broke up?"

Harold nodded.

Harold was doing some simple exercises in his room the night before yesterday.

It was already late when he received Stephanie's call. Harold went out of the room when he heard her painful cry. Spencer saw that and cried out, "Do not go out of your room! Didn't I say that you can't go out? Go Back!"

Stephanie was crying so loudly that she did not hear Spencer shouting.

Harold obediently entered the room. And he heard that Stephanie asked him in an aggrieved tone why she could not replace true love.

"There will be," Harold comforted.

"Who will love me?" Stephanie was crying her heart out, "No one!" And then she asked, "Harold, do you love me?"

Harold was silent.

"You don't love me either," Stephanie said in a sad voice, "No one loves me!"