Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 1012 Unpalatable (1)

"Is the electricity off?" Stephanie stood in the dark room, holding a candle sent by Harold, "When will recover?"

"I don't know. I'll go to check," Harold took the flashlight and walked out.

"Do you know how to repair it?" Stephanie ran into the room to change her shoes.

"You want to go?" Harold looked back.

"Well, I'm bored. I want to go with you," Stephanie threw the candle on the table, "I hated candles the most when I was young. When I did my homework, it always burned my hair." Harold paused and said, "I'll make you a light later."

"Isn't the electricity off? What do you use to make a light?" Stephanie asked curiously.

Harold laughed.

It was dark all around, and only the straight light of the flashlight shone in front of him. Stephanie pulled his arm and asked, "Are you laughing?"

"No," Harold denied.

"Don't think that I can't see your expression under the gauze. I just heard it," Stephanie looked at his face suspiciously.

Harold was silent.

Stephanie followed behind him. She thought that he was going to repair the line first, but unexpectedly, he took her around to the wood factory where he had worked before. "What are we doing here?"

It's still hot in the middle of August. Even in the middle of the night, it was so hot that people could not breathe.

"Harold," Stephanie suddenly raised her hand to touch his chin, "You are sweating, right?"

"No," Harold avoided tensely.

"How is this possible? I'm sweating," Stephanie said as she touched her forehead.

Harold did not speak and went around the wood factory. There was a weed behind the wood factory. A few glowing fireflies floating above the weed.

"Wow! Firefly, I haven't seen it for a long time," Stephanie sighed with emotion.

Harold caught several fireflies and put them into a bottle. Then he took Stephanie back. When arriving home, he put the fireflies into a small wooden lantern he made. A little light seeped out of the lantern and looked particularly beautiful from afar.

Stephanie hung this small lantern in her room. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Finally, she take a photo of it via her cellphone. Then she opened the photo album and found that the previous photos carried wonderful memories of her and John.

She suddenly suffered from low morale. She could not control her low emotion. She could only lie on the pillow and slowly relieve her pain and loneliness.

Harold returned with the flashlight and saw Stephanie lying on the bed.

He was not sure if Stephanie was crying. He bent to pat Stephanie's shoulder, "Wendy?"

Even Spencer had used to call her Stephanie. It was strange that Harold still called her Wendy.

"Wendy?" Harold's voice was not as pleasant as John's. But when Stephanie heard it, she felt wronged and sobbed.

"Don't cry," Harold said as he placed his hand on her back.

He didn't know how to comfort people. When Emily's father died, the only thing he could do was to hug Emily and try his best to warm and support her. Stephanie got up and cried out of breath, "Sorry..."

She apologized randomly. She did not understand why she was apologizing.

"It's not your fault," Harold hugged her hesitantly, "it's his fault."

"I don't want to cry," Stephanie shook her head.

"It doesn't matter," Harold whispered, "Take your time. You will forget him and meet a better man."

Stephanie nodded.

She rested on Harold's shoulder for a long time until she was about to fall asleep. As her mind cleared, she said to Harold, "Thank you."

Then, she discovered Harold had removed the gauze on his face.

"Your face has recovered?" Stephanie asked in surprise.

Mr. Spencer said the gauze could be uncovered recently, but Harold didn't do it. He was not sure if his face was good or not. He did not dare to look in the mirror all morning. Later, Mr. Spencer urged him several times, so he had to wrap the gauze again.

When he went out with Stephanie to catch fireflies and repaired the electric line, he was worried that only an old man and a woman were left in the house. He returned as fast as he could. He sweated so he removed the gauze. It's dark, and no one would notice him.

But now Stephanie saw it.

Harold did not dare to look at his face.

Harold looked into Stephanie's eyes which were full of joy.

"Your skin is much whiter than before! It doesn't match your neck. It's like someone put another head on your neck," Stephanie laughed.

Harold touched his face and wanted to ask if there were any scars. After thinking for a while, he said, "Am I ugly?"

Stephanie stopped laughing. She looked at Harold and gave him a thumbs-up, "Very handsome."