Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

Chapter 184 The Baby Is Not Clever

Driving back home, the car suddenly came to a halt with a screeching sour

It was raining outside. As soon as the door opened, the raindrops drifted in Sebastian quickly grabbed the umbrella at the entrance, sheltering Jonathan from the rain.

“Be careful: don’t catch a cold in the rain Sebastian diligently protected Jonathan from the rain, worried that he might get even slightly wet.

In past years, whenever Jonathan caught a cold in the winter rain, his physical well–being would take a nosedive, and he would often get sick.

However, this year, under Angela’s attentive care, his condition noticeably improved, and they couldn’t afford any setbacks.

“It’s okay.” Jonathan coughed softly.

Now, without a wheelchair, the man leaned on a solid black cane with one hand, walking slowly but exuding a steady and powerful aura.

Once inside. May handed over a bowl of ginger soup that had been simmering all night.

“Try some ginger soup to fend off the cold. The temperature has been dropping lately, and I heard from the weather forecast that it’s going to snow on Christmas Eve in a few days,” May remarked, noting the trend among young people to celebrate foreign holidays nowadays.

After drinking the ginger soup and turning on the heater in the room, Jonathan soon felt the warmth spreading through his body, causing tiny beads of sweat to form on the tip of his.

nose.

“Where is Mrs. Lawson?” Jonathan inquired.

May took the bowl and pointed upstairs. “She mentioned taking a shower and is still upstairs. I’ll go up and ask Mrs. Lawson to come down for dinner.”

With that, May turned around and put down the bowl, ready to call Angela down for dinner.

“It’s okay. I’ll go upstairs to change clothes. I’ll go.” Jonathan gently stopped May, leaning on his cane and slowly walking toward the elevator.

Pushing the bedroom door open, silence greeted Jonathan. He scanned the room and found Angela peacefully sleeping on her stomach in the bedroom’s dressing room.

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Chapter 184 The Baby Is Not Clever

Angela had already taken a shower and domed pajamas. Her hair was partially dried, and there was a slight dampness on the table.

10:45

Jonathan placed a blanket beside her and stood quietly by the table, observing

her.

indicating she might have dozed

arm. Seating himself

surprise, it was an all–Brundelian version.

arched an eyebrow as he glanced at Angela. This professional book in the Brundelian language seemed more complex, not the type one casually flips through. Moreover, there were

is quite clever; she can actually understand

cool and moist air forcefully entered Angela’s nostrils. Her

to open her eyes, gradually making out the

exquisite features were truly stunning, as if he descended from

slightly hoarse, as if just waking

help but frown. “Are you tired

have dark

touch her eyes, then sighed, “I took on an extra job recently. It’s worth 2,400

a heavy debt, she had to

squinted his eyes. “Are you short of

you are my biggest creditor. I remember owing you 12,000 dollars,

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man’s face suddenly turned cold, and Angela sensitively

Angela with slightly cold, dark eyes. “Are you in such a rush to repay the money because you don’t want to owe me

is a significant amount of money. Jonathan, you may not find it

have a sense of responsibility. It’s easy to borrow when I have the means to repay.”

Angela’s nervous demeanor, Jonathan realized he had been too harsh in his tone carlier,

are you? Your studies should be your top priority now. What if you overexert yourself for money and compromise your health? Don’t

had been extremely busy lately, coming and going at all

her medical studies, but it turned out she was taking

because of him.

angry. You look quite fierce.”

him.

bore into her, his tone slightly cold. “It’s for your own good. I have plenty of money; what’s a few tens of thousands to me? If you exhaust yourself for money, people might think I’ve gone bankrupt, and the dignified Mrs. Lawson would have to overwork to earn money. Do you think that’s good for my reputation?”