After Emily put on the princess dress, she held her clothes in her arms, hoping to find a bag to put her clothes. When she raised her head, she suddenly saw Irene staring at her blankly. Emily was a little puzzled, but she did not ask anything and just smiled sweetly at Irene.
Looking at Emily's innocent and harmless smile, Irene still couldn't believe that the silly girl in front of her was really the girl Vincent liked. How was that possible?
Vincent was so perfect!
In Irene's eyes, Vincent was a dignified and serious man. He was handsome, decisive, cool, and detached. He was her cup of tea. No, he was actually Prince Charming of all single girls in City Y. And no other man was any match for Vincent in City Y. Who didn't like such a perfect man?
But Irene had seen that the silly girl in front of her was wearing the same ring with Vincent's. If it wasn't for the fact that Irene had once seen Vincent touching the ring attached to his necklace when she rushed into his office, she would never have believed that the person Vincent liked was a retard for the rest of her life!
Irene did not come to her senses for a long time because she was too surprised. She did not hear what Emily had said. She could only vaguely remember that Emily went out after saying that she wanted to find a bag to take her clothes.
Irene stood there in a daze. She felt a little dizzy. She couldn't believe that Vincent really liked that retard. However, if it weren't for Arabella's words, Irene wouldn't even think of the possibility of Emily being the girl Vincent liked at all when she saw the ring. Just a moment ago, Irene believed she could win Vincent's heart in the end no matter who he liked, but now she was shattered. She found it acceptable if Vincent liked any other ordinary girl, but she could never accept the fact that the girl Vincent liked was a retard!
Maybe Vincent had some eccentricities? Maybe he preferred stupid girls?
She could not accept it, and she must ask him in person.
Before Irene walked out, she glimpsed the bag which Emily was holding in her hand before she entered the room. Irene picked it up and looked inside. There was a box with a swallow painted in ink on its surface. Irene knew it must be Emily's gift for Vincent, and she put it down again.
But there was no reason that Vincent would fall for a retard instead of his childhood sweetheart, Arabella, unless...
The little retard from the Britt family saved the famous swimmer, Mr. Rolando.
The window of the study at the Scavo's, which had never been opened, was opened that day.
Vincent rushed out of his office just for his lunch.
Irene strung up all the unusual things that happened before, and in disbelief, she finally came to a realization.
She kicked the door of the dressing room open, carried Emily's gift out, asked the waiter to tidy up the room, and then threw the gift away as she walked past a bin.
Irene hated pretentious prudes the most, and she hated people who played dumb even more.
When Emily was back, her clothes and her gift were all gone. She thought that Irene had taken them away. Just as she was about to look for Irene, she heard a buzz from outside.
"Elsie has made a fool of herself. Why is she still not satisfied? She has really used everything she could use."
"How disgusting! She even dared to talk to Mr. Vincent about his sister. Isn't she afraid that Mr. Vincent might strangle her out of anger?"
"Well, she dared to take that big a risk only because Mr. Rolando likes her sister...."
"Hey, how did she get that though?"
"What do you mean?"
"How did she get Mr. Vincent's sister's sketch book?"
"Holy shit, no wonder Mr. Vincent's expression had suddenly changed. She gave him that as her gift...."
Emily was also surprised. How did Elsie get Vincent's sister's sketch book? And what was wrong with Elsie? Did she really believe that Vincent would be happy to see that?
Emily was furious. She still remembered the sad look on Vincent's face and how he looked at her with his bloodshot eyes after coming back drenched to the skin on that rainy day.
"I regret letting her ride in my car."
Emily still remembered Vincent's bloodshot eyes. She could not help but tremble and feel sorry for Vincent when she thought of that day. She felt sorry not only for Vincent's late sister, but also for the man who had lived in regret and sorrow.
But Elsie! How could she do that!
Emily clenched her fists and walked towards the stage. She could not hide the anger in her eyes, because she was furious. She could not ignore the bitterness and anger surging in her mind as she thought of Vincent's sad look on that day.
Elsie had been waiting outside the lounge. After Vincent went out, she put on a smile and handed over her gift to him. Just as Rex reached out to take it, Elsie said, "It's something important. Mr. Vincent, why don't you open it yourself and take a look?"
Vincent simply ignored her and went away after glancing at her. Rex took it and opened it, but he instantly froze as he saw the gift inside. He then placed the gift in front of Vincent.
It was a sketch book with a swallow on the title page.
Rex flipped through a few pages and saw sketches of Vincent on every page. In Vincent's sister's eyes, her brother was always so dazzling. When he stood in the crowd, she would blur other people and only sketched her brother's profile and expression clearly. She sketched when he frowned, sulked, smiled, pouted, lowered his head, had an impatient look, and when he was both asleep and awake.. On the 30 pages, there were all sketches of Vincent.