Billionaire's Reborn Baby

As Bart sat down, she glanced at her deskmate.

He had already continued to take notes.

The sunlight outside the window fell on the side of his face, making his eyebrows dark. His skin was very pale and faint blood vessels could be vaguely seen.

Seeing from the side, his eyelashes were very long and perky.

His lips were a little dry.

Bart wanted to take a drink from the drawer. She searched for a long time but failed to find it. She suddenly remembered that she might have left it in his drawer, so she stretched out her hand towards his drawer.

Her movement caught the notice of the deskmate. He stopped taking notes and looked down.

Bart suddenly felt that her behavior was a little wretched.

She took out the drink and placed it on his desk. "Drink it."

The deskmate glanced at her, probably guessing her intentions.

Bart pointed at her lips and then pointed at his. "Your lips are very dry."

The deskmate didn't say a word.

He stopped looking at her and turned to look at the blackboard.

Bart let out a sneer. If not for the fact that he had just helped her, she would never give him the drink.

She stared at the blackboard in a bad mood. Suddenly, her deskmate pushed over the notebook he was writing.

"I don't want to read your notes, OK?" Bart thought.

Bart was just about to push it back when she saw that there was a blank page on the notebook, which was supposed to be filled with notes. There was a line in beautiful handwriting.

[I can't drink it. Thank you.]

He couldn't?

Bart tilted her head and glanced at him. He kept staring at the blackboard intently. Only his eyelashes gently blinked from time to time.

Under her persistent stare for a long time, he finally turned his head to her.

His bangs were slightly long. Some of them had covered his eyebrows, which made the eyebrows look even darker. It was like there were broken light in his eyes, as if they were smiling when one gazed at his face.

Bart could not describe what kind of emotion was contained in those eyes. She suddenly recalled the English sentence she had just read.

"You are like a ray of sunlight, giving me, a half-decadent person, great hope."

"Are you tired from the class today?" Haiden asked as soon as Bart got in the car.

Bart threw her school bag into the back seat and laid down on the seat. "Tired. Very tired."

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Haiden asked.

"Are we going out to eat today?" Bart asked.

"Nope." Haiden glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Only I am going out to eat, but I'll get you something to eat when I get back."

"You are going out?" Bart asked, "Only you? Are you going on a date?"

"I guess so." Haiden took a photo from the passenger seat and handed it to her. "How about it?"

"Jesus! No way! A blind date?" Bart asked.

"You are still so young! And you are already going on a blind date?" she asked in surprise.

"I'll just take a look first. If she's not bad, we can try," he said in an indifferent tone.

"Don't tell me that Boss found it for you?" Bart frowned with displeasure, "Did they introduce the girl to you? Haven't they just gone too far? You have been working for them all the time. What else do they want?"

When she grew up, Bart had been calling Deon "Boss" and Bernice "Ms. Bernice" as others did.

"Bart, they have been good to us. No matter what decision they make, it is for our sake." Haiden glanced at her from the rearview mirror. "Don't show any dissatisfaction when you are home."

"Then don't go on the blind date!" Bart thought. Haiden knew very well that Bart was up to something, but he said calmly, "How do you know I don't want to go on the date?"

"The girl's boobs are so fake. Your girlfriends in college all had big boobs. This is too fake. No way."

Haiden didn't know how to respond to her words.

"We'll just have a meal," he said helplessly.

Bart was relieved. "Oh, but you must not date her. She had obviously done a nose job! She is not good-looking."

Haiden smiled and did not answer.

Bart looked at his expression and deliberately pretended to be casual as she said, "That girlfriend of yours in college was pretty good. You can get back together with her."

"Don't talk nonsense at home." Haiden continued to ignore her.

After getting out of the car, Bart was so angry that she kicked his car door. "You! You stinky men only know to break up with girls!"

Haiden felt quite speechless.

Haiden had a girlfriend when he was in college. That girl was very educated and gentle. Moreover, she had a similar personality to Emma. She was a calm and dignified girl, neither arrogant nor impatient wher she was in trouble.

They had dated for a year. When they graduated, Deon gave Haiden an offer, asking him whether he was willing to work for the Alberton family. If he did, he would get the entire Alberton family business in the future.

Haiden was about to explain his relationship with the Alberton family to his girlfriend at that time, but he simply saw her get in a car of a man who was apparently born with a silver spoon.

During his three years in college, Haiden hadn't lived in the dorm. In order to keep a low profile, he had worn very cheap clothes. Because once people found out he was one of the Albertons, the students in college might see him with different eyes.

This was something that he did not want to see.

But he did not expect that such a disguise would allow him to see the people around him clearly.

His girlfriend, the girl who kept saying that she would accompany him to start a business and build a family with him, gave him a real lesson that night.

He stood on the street and watched her get into the car of the rich guy. When he saw her shy face receiving the gift from the rich guy, whom she then kissed, Haiden just turned around and lit up a cigarette under the tree.

Then, he called Deon.

"I have made the decision."

"Leave it to me in the future. You can rest assured and retire," he said.