Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 204: The Light Next Door

Hope?

Alia Wright stared at the painting blankly, the red paint dot on her forehead made her seem like a character from the painting.

Robert Reed spoke with seriousness and depth in his voice: "These works in the room are hope, the paints in the palettes are hope, and your presence here today is hope."

Alia Wright stood silently.

Robert Reed didn’t try persuading her any further; he simply said, "You must be tired. If you want, you can rest over there while I complete the details of this painting."

Alia Wright obediently went to the small sofa over there and lay down, curling up and closing her eyes.

There was no blanket in the studio, and Robert Reed didn’t look for one; it wasn’t cold anyway, so he simply covered Alia Wright with a large canvas.

The sll from the canvas actually made Alia Wright feel at ease.

Sleep, your teacher is here.

Alia Wright fell asleep, and no oppressive nightmares ca.

The old man painting seed to sustain her brief mont of hope.

She was like a trapped beast with nowhere to turn, seeking temporary shelter at her teacher’s place.

Two hours later, Alia Wright woke up.

Robert Reed’s painting was already finished, but he didn’t leave; he stayed in the studio reading a book.

Alia Wright was a bit confused, "Teacher, how long did I sleep?"

Robert Reed set down the book, "Not long, two hours."

Alia Wright got up and bowed to Robert Reed, "Teacher, I’ve disturbed your rest. I’ll be going now."

Robert Reed responded with a hum and pointed at the painting stand, "Take this painting back with you. I’m usually at Ink Manor. You can co anyti if you want."

Alia Wright walked over, carefully taking down the completed painting and storing it, and then bowed to Robert Reed again before leaving.

The night fell, and the lamps began to light.

The bustling world outside and the quiet inside Ink Manor ford a stark contrast.

The night market in Riverwood City was very lively, people seed endlessly energetic, celebrating under the night sky.

Yet, Alia Wright carried a kind of exhaustion from the depths of her soul. After resting for two hours, she slightly recovered a bit.

She walked under the neon-lit night, feeling out of place.

Alia Wright returned to the old neighborhood.

The nights in the old neighborhood were very quiet, waiting for renovations and not as bustling.

The area around number 32 was even quieter, with no lights at the front or back.

Her brother thought she would be staying in Capital City for a few days and said he took Emily Allen to a sumr camp, probably not yet returned.

It was too quiet, and Alia Wright, who was accustod to solitude, actually hoped soone would be here at this mont.

At this ti, the window of the house on the other side suddenly lit up with soone turning on the light.

The person inside the house didn’t co out, seemingly only having heard so noise and then turned on the light.

Like a faithful guardian, always staying here.

Alia Wright paused, looking at the not-so-bright light, suddenly feeling not so upset.

She wasn’t familiar with Basil Smith, couldn’t say she liked or disliked him, if Basil Smith wanted to live next door, let him live; Hailey Smith already left, maybe Basil Smith would leave after so ti too.

But at this mont, Alia Wright felt sowhat grateful, grateful that Basil Smith hadn’t left.

Because at this mont, she hoped soone would be here, it didn’t matter who.

Alia Wright took out the key, opened the door, and went inside.

She picked a good spot for the painting she held and hung it up in the room.

Alia Wright felt sowhat hungry, cooked herself a bowl of noodles, and ate quietly.

In the room next door, the light was on.

But in the room, it wasn’t Basil Smith; it was Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw slled the aroma of fried egg from the next door, seemingly knowing what Alia Wright was doing, he also went to the kitchen and fried an egg, cooked noodles.

Separated by two walls, each of them ate noodles in their small houses.

Like two hearts, also separated by thick walls, unable to get close no matter what.

After eating noodles, shortly after, Alia Wright washed up and went to sleep, the lights turned off.

Godfery Shaw also followed and turned off the lights.

He thought of Alia Wright.

Wondering about what Alia Wright was thinking.

...

The next day.

Early in the morning, Alia Wright was awakened by knocking at the door.

Perhaps because of the painting, she slept relatively well last night.

Alia Wright rubbed her eyes open, looked at the person outside the door, and instinctively asked, "Why are you here?"

Elijah Jefferson chuckled, "You spent a lot on buying , have you forgotten, little one?"

Alia Wright did forget, feeling a bit awkward, "Don’t keep calling little one."

"You’re only in your twenties; what else if not a little one? I’m thirty this year, if you don’t mind, call uncle, and I would dare answer."

Alia Wright honestly didn’t know how to respond to that.

Fortunately, Elijah Jefferson didn’t wait for her to reply and waved at her, "Go change your clothes, I’m taking you out today."

"Where to?"

"You’ll find out when we get there."

Alia Wright didn’t ask much more, changed her clothes, and followed Elijah Jefferson into the car.

Elijah Jefferson was a carefree, unrestrained person, but with people and things that mattered, he was attentive.

After knowing Alia Wright was pregnant, this ti when picking her up, instead of a motorcycle, he carefully chose a comfortable business car.

After getting in, the car was quiet.

Alia Wright wasn’t fond of talking, and Elijah Jefferson didn’t disturb her.

He watched Alia Wright from the rear-view mirror; she seed sleepy, rested with her eyes closed, lazily like a cat, obviously in her twenties yet carried an aura of deep despair, the more he saw her, the more Elijah Jefferson felt heartache.

Inside, Elijah Jefferson couldn’t help cursing the two brothers of Shaw family.

Elijah Jefferson didn’t know much about Alia Wright’s affair with the Shaw family; roughly it seed like, even after the divorce, she couldn’t get rid of them, and Young Master Shaw had also taken a liking to Alia Wright.

Alia Wright was soone he liked, so it was normal for Godfery Shaw to like her too.

But if you like soone, how could you leave her after she got pregnant? If you don’t like her, why entangle her?

The Shaw brothers were such bastards!

As for whose child Alia Wright’s was, Elijah Jefferson hadn’t asked.

Her overall deanor was too heartbreaking; he didn’t want to inquire and hurt her.

Alia Wright didn’t like him, he was just a friend, trying to help within his capabilities.

Alia Wright didn’t fall asleep; when the car stopped, she opened her eyes.

Seeing the car stopped at the entrance of a hospital, Alia Wright subconsciously frowned.

Elijah Jefferson turned back to Alia Wright, "You haven’t had a prenatal checkup before, right? As your temporary child’s father whom you employed, I have arranged an appointnt with the doctor today to accompany you for a checkup. I heard from my sister that there are many items to check during pregnancy, my little niece didn’t develop well at first, but after prenatal checkups, my sister ate a lot to make up for it. Later, in the larger months, it was detected that the umbilical cord was wrapped around the neck, and they kept monitoring it to avoid any danger."

Alia Wright felt moved, looking down at her belly; it was becoming more evident, even wearing loose clothes couldn’t hide it much longer.

Due to her stress response to hospitals, she never thought of going to a hospital for checks.

Listening to Elijah Jefferson, Alia Wright suddenly felt worried.

If she didn’t get checked, what if there was a problem with the child?

Alia Wright hesitated, "Can I ask for the doctor to co and check at ho?"

Elijah Jefferson shook his head, "Basic checks could be done, but so need equipnt, it’s better to go to the hospital."

Alia Wright gritted her teeth, "Alright then, but I want to wear a sterile suit."

At first, she wore a sterile suit to the hospital, even going to add insult to injury to Bess Bennett, capable of doing those things for the child wouldn’t be impossible.