Word had it that Vincent Scavo, who never took interest in women, suddenly showed special preference towards a retard from the Britt family.
Believing that it was just a rumor, women in City Y set off together to disclose the truth, only to find that:
The retard was lying on Vincent's legs leisurely, playing a game on her phone. While gently giving her advice, Vincent peeled an iced grape with his slender fingers and fed her himself.
"No way!" The women howled with their eyes popping.
Hearing them, the retard put on a mischievous smile. "You got so many admirers!"
Vincent looked down and nibbled her delicate chin. In a husky and charming voice, he whispered, "Cannot see any of them. I only have eyes for you."
All the women outside fainted from anger and jealousy.

Billionaire's Reborn Baby

Emily's only impression of Vincent's birthday was that her waist hurt.


She woke up until the evening of the next day. She dragged her body that seemed to have been squeezed by a large machine and managed to seat herself on the sofa, gasping and staring blankly at the ceiling.


"It looks like that you love the gift I gave you." Christy rubbed her shoulders.


Emily was too tired to speak. She turned back and looked at Christy with a harmless stare.


Emma, Sydnee, and the others had rushed back to City Y early this morning. Emily felt sorry that she didn't get up to send them off. When she picked up her phone and found that it was already the evening of the next day. She suddenly felt sad.


Emily thought that she should make an agreement with Vincent that he shouldn't sleep in the bedroom except on weekends and the day before!


"By the way, can you give me the painting in your studio as a gift?" Christy asked.


Who Takes the Blame? (2)