Mrs. Geoffrey breathed a sigh of relief.

Christine Quinn inquired, holding Mrs. Geoffrey’s arm, "Becca, where is Howard Geoffrey?"

"He went to the study alone."

"Oh, I’ll go say a few words to him."

"Alright."

Arriving at the door of the study, Christine Quinn gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Hearing Howard Geoffrey’s voice, Christine Quinn pushed the door and walked in.

Howard Geoffrey’s tall figure stood firm in front of the study’s floor-to-ceiling window.

Christine Quinn came up behind Howard Geoffrey and spoke softly, "What happened between you and Oversky? Why the argument?"

Howard Geoffrey did not turn around, speaking calmly, "Didn’t your brother tell you?"

Christine Quinn shook her head, "He doesn’t know what’s going on; he’s inexplicably angry."

"Christine..."

"Yes?"

Howard Geoffrey turned around to look at Christine Quinn, "Skyler found out about the ’Nonta’ incident."

Christine Quinn was stunned and gaped.

"The reason for our argument is that I helped you but kept it from him. He thinks you trust me more."

Christine Quinn finally understood. No wonder he mentioned issues of trust earlier; it was because of this.

Howard Geoffrey added, "He’s jealous."

"I’ll explain it clearly to him."

"Alright."

"By the way, how did Oversky find out about ’Nonta’? Did he have any other reaction after knowing?"

"Since you’ve done it, there’s no way to keep it hidden from your brother. As for his reaction, I think you need to explain it well."

"Why didn’t he ask me about it just now?"

"Because there’s something that made him angrier."

"What was it?" Christine Quinn asked, confused.

"Nothing much, just some issues between him and me, which can be resolved."

Christine Quinn lowered her gaze and slowly said, "Howard Geoffrey, do you think what I did to Jennifer Douglas was right?"

"I know your personality, impulsive but rational; you have your reasons for doing so."

Christine Quinn nodded, "Thank you for trusting me."

Howard Geoffrey reached out and gently patted Christine Quinn’s delicate shoulder, "I just hope you both are well."

"Mommy, why hasn’t Daddy come home yet tonight?"

When Christine Quinn accompanied Marie to the room, Marie tilted her head and asked her.

Christine Quinn replied nonchalantly, "Your daddy is busy with work, he might be back a bit late!"

Marie sensitively furrowed her brow, "But I saw you call Daddy this afternoon; he didn’t answer."

"That was because your daddy was in a meeting, but he called me back later, saying he has a social engagement tonight and would be back late."

"Daddy has so much work even in New York?"

"Uh... You little nosy parker, why are you managing adult affairs too?"

Marie laughed and hugged Christine Quinn, "I’m afraid you and Daddy might argue!"

Christine Quinn rubbed her nose with hers, "Silly girl, Daddy and Mommy are fine, why would we argue?"

"Oh..."

Christine Quinn placed a kiss on Marie’s forehead, "Lazy bug, hurry and go to sleep, or you won’t be able to get up tomorrow."

"Alright."

After showering, Christine Quinn leaned against the headboard, realizing it was already past ten in the evening.

Christine Quinn picked up the phone and dialed Skyler Jones again.

Beep, beep ――

The phone connected but wasn’t answered.

Christine Quinn, frustrated, placed the phone by the bedside, lay down, and prepared to sleep, when suddenly, she heard the sound of the door lock turning.

Christine Quinn immediately sat up, leaning against the headboard, quietly watching who entered.

Sure enough, Skyler Jones was back.

Upon seeing him, Christine Quinn immediately got off the bed and approached him, gently asking, "Why are you back so late, and not answering your phone?"

"I was just at the door when you called."

Skyler Jones spoke while loosening his tie, heading toward the bathroom.

Christine Quinn stepped forward to block his path, looking into his deep black eyes, "What about the afternoon call?"

Skyler Jones didn’t answer further, his deep eyes meeting Christine Quinn’s gaze.

Christine Quinn lowered her eyes sorrowfully, "Howard Geoffrey told me the reason for your argument."

"I’ll take a shower first, we’ll talk afterward."

"No, let’s clear it up now; I can’t bear a cold war with you."

Skyler Jones gently held Christine Quinn’s shoulders, his magnetic voice soft, "I’m not giving you the cold shoulder..."

"But you’re angry with me."

Skyler Jones’s fingers on her shoulders slightly tightened.

Christine Quinn suddenly reached out to hug Skyler Jones, closing her eyes, her hoarse voice escaping, "Oversky, I haven’t trusted Howard Geoffrey more than you... Howard and I are like siblings; he’s taken care of me for years, so naturally, I rely on him. But I’m aware that my reliance on him is familial; my love for you surpasses all."

Slowly, Skyler Jones gently embraced Christine Quinn, pulling her into his arms.

"In my heart, it’s always been you; over the years, that has never changed."

Skyler Jones kissed the top of Christine Quinn’s head, "Sorry, I was too petty..."

Christine Quinn looked up, gazing deeply at him, "I should be the one apologizing; I didn’t consider your feelings in many things, but I’m naturally not a detail-oriented person, so please don’t hold it against me."

"Silly girl, how could I hold anything against you?" Saying this, Skyler Jones gently let go of Christine Quinn, heading towards the door.

Christine Quinn didn’t understand what Skyler Jones was doing, but when he returned, she saw him holding a beautiful bouquet of roses.

Christine Quinn was surprised.

Skyler Jones was already holding the bouquet before Christine Quinn, "Dear, I’m sorry for my tone this afternoon and for not answering your calls; I hope this bouquet can earn your forgiveness."

Christine Quinn took the flowers, inexplicable tears welling up in her eyes, she placed the flowers aside and rushed into his arms.

Skyler Jones hugged Christine Quinn tightly, smelling the fragrance around her neck, feeling very content.

After a long while, as they slowly released each other, Christine Quinn had already smiled amidst her tears, "You’re awful... always making me cry."

"Christine..."

"Yes?" Christine Quinn halted her childish act of wiping her tears, looking with her beautiful watery eyes at Skyler Jones.

"Why did you do that regarding ’Nonta’?"