Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 49

Chapter 49 To Be Struck

As soon as Emily jumped out of bed, she was stopped. A man stretched out his long arm and carried her into his arms. He gently caressed the back of her head with his big palm. From his voice, Emily didn’t know how he felt, “You okay now?”

The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter of metal.

Emily’s nose was filled with the smell of blood. She had just come back to life from her nightmare. But she kept trembling, with her back and forehead covering in a cold sweat. The man’s embrace was broad and warm. A faint nicotine smell went into Emily’s nose, sweeping away all her fears and anxiety.

“Mr. Vincent.” She said softly, her voice a little hoarse, “Did I stab you?”

Ever since she was reborn into this world, she had always put a knife under her pillow every night before she went to bed in case anything unexpected happened. Even if she slept over, she would definitely carry a dagger in her bag for defense.

In the past few nightmares, she had never resisted. In the dream, Elsie had once again stabbed her in the chest with the dagger, and then she fell into a deep abyss, unable to get up again.

But tonight, she fought back in her dreams. She thought that she just smelled the blood in her dreams, but she didn’t realize that it was real.

“It’s fine.” The man’s voice was calm. After saying that, he reached out and touched her face. Sure enough, there were tears.

When she first appeared by his pool, she cried hard and suppressed herself. When she was sent back to the Britt’s, she cried her eyes out. At Elsie’s birthday party, she pretended to cry grievously. At Mr. Ian’s birthday party, she went into the wrong room, and her eyes turned red.

She was such a cry baby, but it was this cry baby that gave him a wet dream. Just as Jaquan had said, it was the first time he had experienced this in 26 years.

The little girl in the dream cried for mercy. Her beautiful eyes reddened, her cherry lips slightly opened, and exposed her pink tongue. He was turned on… The bed surround was broken.

The guards in the shadows all pretended that they didn’t hear the heavy breathing. But they did not escape the punishment.

Vincent came out for a cigarette with a cold face and just so happened to hear her heart-wrenching “No….”

What exactly had happened to this little girl that she would pick up the dagger under the pillow and thrust it straight at whoever approached her?

Emily took a step back and shouted, “Harold.”

She knew that Harold had always been outside the door, but she did not know why Vincent was here at this time, but this was not important.

Harold at the door had heard the nightmarish cry of Miss Emily. Before he could rush in, a man entered the room like a gust of wind. Harold’s extended foot stopped there, and he kept guarding the door uneasily. Although Vincent enjoyed a high status, he was still worried that anything bad might happen. Now that he heard Miss Emily’s voice, he quickly lit up the candle and rushed in.

“Miss Emily, you’re up?”

He lifted the candle in his hand and saw two people standing face to face by the bed, one tall and the other low.

Under the curtain of night, Harold could see the tall man looked exceptionally handsome in the shadows. At the very moment, even the dull Harold had to admit that there was no other man who was even more perfect than Vincent in City Y.

Emily had already taken a few steps forward to receive the candle in his hand and instructed him, “Go find a medical kit.”

Harold smelled the blood the moment he went in. But when he saw Miss Emily functioning, as usual, he guessed that it was Vincent who was injured. However, Harold had no idea how he got hurt.

Thinking of Miss Emily’s nightmare just now, he had his own answer.

Emily found a basin and washed her hands. Then, she walked towards Vincent, who stood in the shadows and merged with the darkness. He looked gloomy and no one could read his emotions.

She reached out to pull him out of the darkness. Under the candlelight, the man’s face was clear. His chin was strong, slightly raised, revealing the rolling Adam’s apple below. The black shirt suited his tall and straight figure. He was looking down at their hands that were holding together.

His palms were wide and large, and hers were tender and small.

With just a little bit of force, this small hand would be crushed by him.

The girl in front of him was clearly too thin and fragile to withstand a single blow, but her big eyes flashed with an unusual calm. She unbuttoned his shirts, checked the blood stains on his chest, and turned around to wash the towel to wipe it.

Harold handed over the medical kit. Just as he was about to take over the work in her hand, he noticed the coldness in his eyes. Seeing that Emily was okay with this, he immediately put down the things and turned around to leave.

When Harold arrived at the door, he turned around and saw Vincent standing with his head lowered. His figure was like a giant, carrying a large shadow. Emily leaned close to his chest and carefully used cotton balls to disinfect him. From Harold’s perspective, it was as if he had seen the beauty and the beast coming to life.

Emily was too young. She was only seventeen this year, but Vincent would be twenty-seven in a few months! He was ten years older than her!

Harold walked out and closed the door. The candlelight reflected their shadows on the door as if they were “hugging”.

Damn it.

He actually felt that this picture looked nice.

Thunder rolled in the distance, and the rain gradually relented. In a few hours, it would be dawn. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Harold raised his head and looked into the distance. Suddenly, he sensed some movements on the tree at the door. He took out a small flashlight and shone it over there.

The four guards on the tree waved at him awkwardly yet politely.

Harold and the guards had met each other at dinner time. The guards were very polite to him. It seemed that they wanted to be more familiar with the future Mrs. Scavo’s bodyguard. They didn’t expect that after few hours, they would meet again in such an embarrassing situation.

“…”

“…”

They were all remained silent for a moment.

Harold asked, “Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?”

The guards on the tree didn’t speak until guard A said, “We are here to be struck.”

Harold, “….”

Seeing that Harold was a little confused, guard B coughed softly and said, “We heard what we shouldn’t have heard, and then we were punished.”

Guard C continued, “Why did you come out? There are still a few hours until dawn. Hurry up. Go in and take a look.”

Harold, “….”

The guards coughed in unison.

After realizing what was going on, Guard C coughed softly, “Well, our Mr. Vincent is so pretty. At the quiet night, I’m worried that your Miss Emily won’t be able to control herself….”

Harold didn’t say anything.

“Hey, are you Jerold?” One of the guards asked from the tree.

Harold was embarrassed, “My name is Harold.”

That guard let out an “alright” and didn’t say more.

The other guards on the tree were indignant, “That’s all? You just fucking asked that? We’re all about to be struck by lightning, but what you care about is his name?”

“Don’t you forget the popsicle you ate in the afternoon? Shame on you!”

“I think he must have laughed again and Mr. Vincent heard it. Otherwise, why would we be punished?”

“Yes! That’s it!”

The voice retorted weakly, “I didn’t laugh. I just burped.”

The guards were silent for a moment before cursing in unison, “What’s the difference?