"Even if it’s a surprise, this time is too short, isn’t it? I was thinking you’d be loving and intertwined during the day, have a candlelight dinner at night, but now there’s no time for anything?"

"Alright, alright, I can see you’re tired, go to sleep, don’t worry about my birthday..."

"But my brother-in-law hasn’t come back yet..."

"I’ll call him now, okay? Quickly go to sleep..."

Christine Quinn pushed Rebecca Quentin out of the room and then closed the door.

At that moment, she finally leaned tiredly against the door panel.

She’d waited all day without receiving his call, not knowing when he’d return. Even though she knew deep down this was his attempt to surprise her, the moment before the surprise, there was always a bit of disappointment.

Christine Quinn glanced again at the clock on the wall.

Unconsciously, it was already half past eleven at night.

Christine Quinn walked slowly to the edge of the bed, sitting down with a downcast expression.

To be honest, if she weren’t aware of his special plan for tonight, she would definitely be very disappointed today...

Mrs. Geoffrey had already given her a birthday gift last night, Becca and Howard Geoffrey had also given her a present together, even Marie had personally made her a birthday card... Her birthday was missing only him.

Slumping against the headboard, Christine Quinn began to stare blankly at the door.

She believed he’d surely come back before midnight; he wouldn’t miss her birthday, but the moment to give her a surprise hadn’t arrived yet...

Holding onto such thoughts, Christine Quinn waited silently, not knowing how much time had passed, until finally, she heard the sound of faint footsteps outside the door.

From the steady sound of the footsteps, Christine Quinn immediately recognized them as Skyler Jones’s...

Her heart leapt with joy, and Christine Quinn swiftly jumped off the bed, rushing to the door.

Indeed, the door opened, and Skyler Jones’s tall figure appeared in front of Christine Quinn.

Christine Quinn smiled at Skyler Jones and suddenly jumped into his arms.

Skyler Jones clearly didn’t anticipate Christine Quinn’s reaction but instinctively caught her.

She clung onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck, laughing, "It’s almost midnight, I thought you wouldn’t come back..."

Skyler Jones hugged Christine Quinn, his deep black eyes gazing at her.

Christine Quinn only felt that Skyler Jones was looking at her very deeply tonight, without perceiving any unusualness, she urged him, "Quickly carry me back to the room..."

Skyler Jones finally carried Christine Quinn into the room.

Christine Quinn assumed what would follow would be an intense passion or the birthday surprise she’d been waiting for...

She never expected him to just put her on the bed without any further action, no surprise, only casually asking her, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

She was dumbfounded on the bed, only watching him unbutton his shirt and tie without even glancing at her.

From the deep anticipation to the disappointment of waiting all day, and now to this moment... 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

If there was indeed a surprise, she didn’t want this kind of torment.

Christine Quinn immediately jumped off the bed, reached out and hugged him as he was removing his watch, "I’m done playing, Oversky..." She looked up at his handsome face, filled with anticipation.

Skyler Jones looked at her admiring his unparalleled beauty and only then noticed she had dressed up intentionally today.

With delicate makeup and a white dress, even with a simple effort she already had such a stunning effect, however... at this moment, he could no longer gaze at her as affectionately as usual.

He didn’t hug her back, only looked at her, his tone low, "What’s wrong?"

His indifferent tone made her body stiffen slightly.

He felt the change in her body but seemed not to care.

Seeing a trace of indifference in his eyes, suddenly she released her arms around him.

He still didn’t react too much, only looked at her in a very ordinary way.

She deeply gazed at his handsome face and then realized that there wasn’t the warmth she imagined on his face, replaced by obvious estrangement and indifference, with a faint hint of negativity in his eyes.

Christine Quinn couldn’t figure out his change at that moment, she helplessly grasped her dress, barely maintaining a smile, "It’s nothing... you said you’d come back today, why so late?"

Skyler Jones turned away to unbutton his sleeves, answering indifferently, "Things were delayed at the company."

Christine Quinn originally wanted to say more, but suddenly the words got stuck in her throat, she couldn’t say anything.

Then she saw him walk into the bathroom; before entering, he hadn’t spoken to her proactively.

Until the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, she still stood there in a daze, her body seemingly frozen, unable to move.

Christine Quinn sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for Skyler Jones to come out of the bathroom.

Not knowing how much time had passed, she heard the bathroom’s water stop abruptly.

Rising from the edge of the bed, she looked towards the bathroom door.

In a short while, Skyler Jones, in a robe, walked out of the bathroom.

Christine Quinn stared directly at Skyler Jones, her expression bleak.

Skyler Jones didn’t look directly at Christine Quinn, only sat on the lounge sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, tilting his head to light a cigarette, asking, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Christine Quinn stood by the window without answering Skyler Jones’s question.

Skyler Jones looked at her, his gaze deep and dark.

Christine Quinn bowed her head, taking a breath to suppress the discomfort rising in her heart, then looked at him, "What’s happened? Why are you suddenly so indifferent to me?"

She was someone who couldn’t let tension linger until tomorrow, so she had to clarify the reason at this moment.

"I’m not indifferent to you, I’m just a bit tired," Skyler Jones stubbed out the cigarette, walking towards her.

Christine Quinn slightly raised her head to look at him.

He came before her without touching her, only saying, "It’s late, sleep!"

Christine Quinn shook her head, "Not until you explain, I’m not sleeping."

Skyler Jones gazed at Christine Quinn’s stubborn face, his expression deep, speaking only after a long time, "I’m really just tired; let’s talk tomorrow."

"Why didn’t you answer my phone today?"

"I was on the plane."