Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 86

Chapter 86 The Reason

The corridor on the second floor of the Scavos was about several hundred meters long, which was comparable to that of a hotel. When Emily came over last time, she didn’t pay much attention to it. This time, she was led walking down the corridor by Vincent’s hand. She finally got the chance to observe it carefully. There were night pearls one after another hanging above her head, dark grey carpet beneath her feet, and black and golden characters engraved on the wall. Emily did not recognize those words. What she saw was a wall full of them, shining faintly under the lights of the night pearls.

Vincent stopped in front of a door. The moment his finger touched the door, it clicked open.

Emily walked in behind him. It was a room in cool colors. The bed, sheets, carpets and curtains are all grey and black. The open balcony door, the seeping floor lights and the glistening ripples in the pool, all reminded Emily of the day she was reborn.

Vincent snapped his fingers and the lights in the room lit up. It was dim at first, then slowly grew brighter. Emily also noticed a picture hanging on the wall in the luminous room.

The dark blue sky was filled with myriads of flickering stars, dancing quietly in the dark like fireflies. They flew across the Milky Way, across the galaxy, and soared in the universe.

It gave her great praise and encouragement as Vincent was willing to hang the painting of an amateur artist like her on the wall. She turned around and smiled sincerely at Vincent, “I forgot to say thank you.”

Vincent looked at her and said, “That’s it?”

Emily stood on tiptoe, but did not kiss him. Instead, he kissed his chest through his black shirt, where she had stabbed him.

The man’s breathing stopped for a moment and his eyes darkened.

Emily gave him a sly smile and raised her eyebrows at him. Then, she stroked her lips slowly with her thumb. Although she was still young, this action was less charming but it was somehow more attractive to him.

Vincent reached out and pinched her chin, “Where did you learn it from?”

“From TV.” Emily blinked, “Don’t you like it?”

Vincent exhaled and let go of her, “Go take a bath.”

Emily wanted to say more. She glanced down and caught a glimpse of something, and she immediately turned around and went into the bathroom.

Vincent still got a few drops of water on him. He pressed the button on the wall and activated the built- in dressing room. There was a row of pure black shirts, he randomly picked one and then took off his shirt.

Before he could button up his clean shirt, a voice came from behind him.

Vincent turned around and saw a white figure standing at the door. Arabella stood there, eyes went red. When she saw Vincent’s shirt open, revealing his sinewy chest and solid abdominal muscles, she forgot to cry. Then, she stepped forward obsessively and reached out to him.

“Get out.” Vincent frowned and looked away. He began to button up his shirt.

Arabella had already walked in front of him. Her heart sank deeply. She heard the sound in the bathroom and saw Vincent half naked. She immediately realized something and questioned him angrily, “You slept with her, right?”

Vincent’s hands stopped. He swept his grim gaze past her. “Not that fast yet.”

Hearing this, Arabella finally eased up a bit, but she still couldn’t bear the thought that Emily was in his room and even took a bath in his bathtub. She had lost her mind, “Why on earth do you like her?!”

Vincent changed into a pure black coat and ignored her.

“Vincent! Just tell me the reason!” Arabella walked up to him, weeping, “As long as you tell me the reason, I’ll be out of your hair!”

“I want to sleep with her.” Almost at the same moment she finished speaking, the man’s low-pitched voice came out.

Arabella was stunned, “What?”

She thought that she had misheard. How could Vincent say such vulgar words? However, a strange feeling arose inside her. He had refreshed her knowledge of him. This new understanding made her choked up with emotions.

The Vincent she knew was an indifferent and abstinent man, so she never linked him with sex. However, this abstinent man expressed his own desire, which made Arabella astonished but also feel a great sense of grievance.

Why it couldn’t be her? Why she was not the one he wanted to sleep with…

Clearly she had a better figure than that retard and was better looking, and her height matched him better. She walked step by step towards the man and reached out to him with her trembling hand. “Vincent, let me try.”

The bathroom door was suddenly opened. Emily walked out with a bath towel wrapped around her. She forgot to take her clean clothes so she could only covered her body with a towel. She heard

someone talking outside when she was taking the bath but she did not expect that she would be seeing this scene in front of her when she came out.

As for Arabella, she leaped to her feet while Vincent was looking at Emily. Vincent tilted his head and dodged, and the kiss landed on his throat.

Vincent frowned, his eyes revealed his disgust. He pushed Arabella away coldly, “Get out, Arabella, this is the last time.”

Arabella staggered and fell to the ground. Her face turned even paler when she heard him.

She looked at Emily. The girl had just finished her shower. Her fair skin was glowing in pink by the hot bath and with a pair of dewy and clear eyes. She did not see any emotions in her eyes. The girl was not furious, not jealous, nor was even frowning.

She remembered not long ago in the side hall of the garden, what this teenage girl had said – “I will not lose myself because of anyone. Besides, Mr. Vincent is just a human. He is not god, and he has no right to ask me to respect others.”

Arabella slowly stood up from the ground. She wiped away her tears and sniffed, and asked Emily, “I just know that you are a retard, but I still don’t know your name.”

Although Emily didn’t know exactly what they talked about, one thing she could be sure was that Arabella was rejected by Vincent again and she witnessed that awkward moment. She was wondering that Vincent’s gloomy and terrifying expression was because he got disturbed or he didn’t like being touched by Arabella. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

When she heard Arabella, she turned her head to look at her. Although she was in an awkward position, her noble temperament was not weakened. Her courage to love and hate was very admirable.

Emily thought for a while and replied solemnly, “Emily Britt.”

Arabella later looked at Vincent, she squeezed out a smile, and then looked at Emily again, “I got it now.”

She seemed to have sprained her ankle, and was limping out against the wall.

Outside the door, one guard carefully reached out his hand and closed the door.

Emily walked to the bedside, she picked up a clean new skirt, turned around and was heading to the bathroom. All of a sudden, her hands were gripped by the man. She turned around and met the man’s deep black eyes.