Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 714

The small truck that the assistant drove was temporarily rented. The bed was too heavy for the assistant to lift. The things were carried onto the truck by the loaders. Stephanie glanced at it and shouted into the room, “Hey, that guy!”

She had forgotten to ask his name.

“Stephanie, don’t you know his name?” the assistant asked.

“I don’t care what his name is.” Stephanie said.

The assistant nodded.

Hearing the noise, Harold opened the door and came out. When he saw the truck at the door, he had already expected it. He found the bed was really huge. He thought about it and thanked Stephanie.

“Thank you.”

Then, he put his hands on the cargo carriage and jumped up. Stephanie’s assistant was stunned. “Have you underwent training before?”

Stephanie couldn’t help but look at Harold. He was wearing a long sleeve and his whole body was wrapped tightly. The gauze on his head was very thick today, and even his eyes were almost invisible.

The assistant said, “Wow, he’s so awesome. He looks even more awesome than the stunt doubles we met during filming. But … is his face disfigured?”

Stephanie nodded, “About the same. I haven’t paid much attention to it.”

Harold moved the bed down by himself. Stephanie wanted to help, but she was rejected by Harold. “Your waist is uncomfortable. You don’t have to do it.”

Stephanie felt that Harold was crazy. He refused her help on the grounds of her uncomfortable waist. How did he know that her waist was uncomfortable?

The assistant said that he seemed to have been trained. Could it be that he could tell at a glance?

In the end, this bed was carried in by Harold. The room was almost full.

After moving everything, the assistant gave two boxes of cookies to Stephanie. “Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Don’t forget to post blessings on Weibo.”

“I see. Thanks. Do you want to eat with us?” Stephanie took out the red packet that she had already prepared and stuffed it into her assistant’s pocket. “Let’s have a simple meal.”

“Thank you, Stephanie.” The assistant refused, “My parents are still waiting for me to go home for a reunion dinner. Thank you for your red envelope. I’m leaving!”

After the assistant left, Stephanie stood at the door and took a few photos of the herbs. After thinking about it, she took a photo with Spencer. When she was about to post, she suddenly deleted the photo. She did not want her grandfather to be disturbed.

“Grandpa, take a photo for me.” Stephanie stood in the vegetable garden and was going to pull out the grass.

“Alright.” Spencer took several pictures.

Stephanie happily took over the phone and wanted to look at photos. But she immediately put on a long face. “Grandpa, what are you photographing? Are you taking photos of me or taking photos of vegetables?”

The photos were so bad.

Stephanie had no choice but go to the room to find a selfie stick. When she passed by Harold’s room, she realized that she could asked Harold to take a photo for her. She could not help but pass the phone to Harold. “Take a photo for me, please.”

Harold hadn’t used the phone for a long time. When he held it again, he immediately thought of the text messages from Emily.

The phone and all the text messages went up in flames.

“What are you staring at?” Stephanie poked his shoulder. “Do you know how to take pictures?”

Harold snapped back to reality.

“I asked if you knew how to do it?” Stephanie demonstrated to him, “Just press this key. I will stand there and pull out the grass. You take a picture of my movements. Please take a good picture of me.”

“Okay.”

Harold took photos of Emily a long time ago. Many things in his memory were related to Emily.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so Emily should be having dinner with Vincent.

Would she think of him?

“Hey, I didn’t expect that you are good at taking photos.” Stephanie looked at the photo and asked casually, “What is your name?”

Harold did not speak.

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The lunch was cooked by Spencer. Harold couldn’t get close to the fire. The gauze must be dry. It couldn’t be too wet or hot. He would stay in the air-conditioned room almost in the daytime to keep the gauze dry. Harold had a minor operation every month. Spencer would use a knife to cut off the sticky flesh on his face. It wouldn’t be too much at once, so as to avoid hurting his facial nerves. After his skin growing within a month, he would undergo the next operation.

No anesthetic was used during the operation.

It was also the first time that Spencer had performed this kind of operation. He had told Harold that he was not confident that he would help him completely recover. He could only try.

“No matter what, it’s better than what it is now,” Harold agreed.