My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 10

My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 10

When I was twelve, Victor and I secretly ate ice cream and both 

got sick. 

Vincent, with a cold face, gave Victor a harsh dressing down. 

When it was my turn, I timidly tugged at the corner of his 

clothes. 

“Brother, I won’t ever dare to do it again…” 

In the end, Vincent just pinched my cheek. 

It hurt a little. 

But it was much better than being scolded. 

When I was fifteen, I stayed up late reading novels, resulting in ranking at the bottom in the final exams. 

Vincent went to the parent–teacher conference for me. 

On the way home, he held my exam paper and looked at it 

repeatedly. 

Asking me what exactly I had been doing during this time. 

I said softly: “Reading books…” 

Vincent pressed me on what books I was reading, saying he planned to take a look. 

I was frightened silly by the cold–faced man. 

I bit the bullet and opened the novel webpage. 

Vincent took the phone, and what he saw was a romance novel squeezed amidst a sea of bronzed, ripped torsos and 

provocative covers.. 

A few seconds later. 

His face completely sank. 

The veins on his forehead throbbed wildly. 

“What on earth are you looking at every day!” 

I was yelled at until my eyes grew sore, and tears pattered 

down onto my legs. 

Vincent suddenly fell silent. 

In the quiet car, I heard him let out a nearly imperceptible 

sigh. 

He took out a tissue, cupped my face, and wiped away the 

tears. 

“It’s my fault, I’ve been a bit busy lately and neglected you, it 

won’t happen again.” 

You see. 

How good Vincent was. 

He actually thought it was because he neglected me that I picked up bad habits. 

I deliberately hugged him aggrievedly and buried my head in 

his neck. 

But in my heart, I was secretly rejoicing. 

Hehe. 

He must have only caught sight of the glistening, bare skin. 

And overlooked that what I was reading was a pseudo–incest 

romance novel. 

When I was seventeen, Vincent had already taken over the company and was extremely busy. 

His innate sense of oppression made him seem much more mature and steady than Victor. 

A pair of sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through anything. 

I was afraid he would notice my little thoughts. 

But I was also afraid he wouldn’t. 

I could only use the excuse of going to see Victor every time, and then deliberately pass by Vincent’s office. 

But I couldn’t get a peek every time. 

That time when I went to the company, Vincent seemed to have gone out for dinner with business partners. 

I had to wait for him in the pantry. 

A few people, upon learning I was Vincent’s sister, smilingly surrounded me and joked. 

“The younger sister is really pretty, like a celebrity.” 

“God damn it, why is my younger sibling a guy!” 

“Little sister, call me Vincent too, let me enjoy the feeling for a 

bit.” 

Before I could speak. 

Vincent’s emotionless voice sounded a step ahead. 

“Do you guys not have your own younger sisters?” 

The oppression and chill in his tone made those people’s 

expressions change drastically. 

They looked at each other in dismay and quickly made excuses 

to slip away. 

It was also at that time that I realized. 

Vincent seemed to be one way in front of me. 

And completely different in front of outsiders. 

So I became conflicted. 

I liked the him at home, but was afraid of the him outside. 

“Brother, do you want some water?” 

I rubbed the hem of my clothes and asked him softly. 

Vincent was sitting on my single sofa, and hearing my voice, he lifted his eyes to look over. 

He ignored my polite words. 

And instead asked me in return: “Afraid of me?”