Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 724

Emily sat in the shopping cart and looked up at Vincent behind her. "Mr. Vincent, it seems you dislike children?"

He looked down at her and said in a low voice, "Right, I only have a crush on you."

Emily rubbed her ears and pointed to the shelf, "I want that cookie."

Vincent picked out a box of cookies and put it into her arms. "Anything else?"

"No, next shelf." Emily said, waving her arms, "Move."

Vincent pushed the cart down to the next shelf. Many customers looked at them, on the way. His lofty image attracted the gaze of people far away from him. When they looked closer, they only found this was a man of imposing appearance. It was picturesque when he casually swept his deep eyes over.

Women couldn't get their eyes off Vincent. He looked softly when he lowered his head and spoke, with his lip slightly curved. Their fond dream was shattered when a girl in shopping came into sight.

The girl was sitting in a shopping cart full of goods. Her long dress was covered with snacks, revealing only her white arms. She was lying on her back, with two legs hanging outside the cart. It was obvious that she was petite. The girl held a box of cookies, almost veiling her face. When Vincent moved closer with the cart, people saw the girl.

Her silky long black hair falling to the shopping cart framed her white face. A pair of eyes were big, innocent, and pure, with long and curved eyelashes. Passers-by were stunning by her beauty. She responded with a smile. Her smile was so charming that people almost lost themselves in it.

Vincent pushed her to the frozen food aisle and took a few boxes of yogurt. Then he remembered something and looked at Emily. "Do you like children?" he asked.

"Just so so." Emily looked up at him. "It's not like or not. It's just... looking at you, I feel like you don't like children very much. I thought you would like them."

"Why do you think so?" Vincent asked.

"I have no idea. Maybe that's because Jaquan and the others like children very much." Emily said.

"We are different," Vincent said as he handed her the yogurt.

"Yes, Mr. Vincent, but why?" Emily took the yogurt with her eyes narrowed.

"I don't dare." Vincent turned around.

"What?" Emily didn't believe what she had heard and asked with her eyes widened.

Vincent put a bottle of milk into the cart. His voice was very low. "I dare not think about what will happen if I have a child. I will worry about whether he will be like me when I was a child... I will worry about whether he will experience everything I have suffered... so I don't dare to think about it."