Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 34 - 27: Marrying Him, She Has No Regrets_2
The Quentins? Without her father, the Quentin house was just an empty building... What was she so reluctant to let go of? It seemed like nothing... Yet, when Aunt Clare suggested she leave T City, why did such a strong sense of unwillingness surge within her? What couldn’t she let go of?
Suddenly, Howard Geoffrey’s handsome, sharply-defined face flashed through her mind. As if unwilling to think of him, she quickly shook her head, trying to banish his presence. However, his handsome face only grew clearer in her mind: those deep eyes, that high nose, those thin lips... She remembered him so clearly, more profoundly than she had imagined.
Yes, after living together for two years, even though they both wore masks, how could she not have any feelings for such an outstanding man?
But this feeling... she had stifled it from the very beginning...
She remembered Isabella Joanna asking her why, after two years with him, when everyone knew how kind he was to her, she still fretted over his deceased girlfriend and wouldn’t try to live a good life with him.
Actually, during the first year of their marriage, once his kindness towards her had become a familiar comfort, she had fantasized about just going on with him like that, ignoring the fact that she was merely a substitute. But one night, after they had made love, she groggily saw him standing silently by the French window in his robe. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep again, she heard him say, "Christine, don’t make me worry. I want you to be with me for the rest of my life."
His tone was so gentle, completely different from how he usually spoke to her. Only then did she realize that the real him spoke very softly, very faintly, with a hint of coolness. Though he seemed like a distant, aloof man, when facing the person he deeply loved, this coolness transformed into a fierce possessiveness...
She didn’t know who "Christine" was, but from his words, she could guess that the woman he wanted to spend his life with was named Christine. Clearly, the woman he deeply loved hadn’t died; her father had lied to her...
She no longer wanted to delve into why her father had lied. It was all meaningless because, no matter what, he could never fall in love with her...
Her thoughts spun rapidly. Rebecca Quentin walked on, trying to keep her eyes wide to control their burning sensation. Just then, a black car pulled up beside her.
Turning her head, her eyes met, without warning, the dark, intense gaze from within the car window.
At that moment, Roye stepped out of the car and said respectfully, "Madam."
She feigned cheerfulness. "What a coincidence! What are you doing here?"
"The CEO just returned from the company."
"Oh."
"The CEO asks you to get in the car."
"Uh, no need. I’m about to go home."
Roye looked towards his employer in the car, clearly in a difficult position.
Howard Geoffrey spoke gently, "I’ll give you a ride."
Rebecca Quentin didn’t look at Howard Geoffrey, replying directly, "There’s no need to trouble you to go out of your way. I can get a taxi quickly... Well, I’ll be going then."
Today, she seemed very hurried, as if she were running from something.
SQUEAK—
The sound of emergency brakes pierced the air. Rebecca Quentin, lost in her thoughts, only then realized she had wandered into the middle of the road.
By the time she recognized the danger, it was too late; the car was inches away...
Just as Rebecca Quentin was frozen in terror, a familiar arm swept her to the side of the road.
The driver yelled repeatedly, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
Rebecca Quentin’s face was pale with fright.
"Are you all right?" Howard Geoffrey asked with concern, holding the still-shaken Rebecca Quentin in his arms.
Hearing his voice, Rebecca Quentin instinctively clung to him, tears streaming down her face. "Ugh, that scared me to death..."
"You’re always so careless." His reproach sounded more like heartfelt concern.
"You don’t know, just now I thought I was going to..." At that moment, as she tried to articulate her terror, hoping for more comfort from him, she realized she was no longer in a position to do so.
Swallowing the rest of her words, she fell silent, slowly pushing away from his embrace. "Uh, I’m sorry," she said awkwardly. "I got your clothes dirty." She had unconsciously wiped her tears and runny nose on his expensive suit.
"Silly girl, you don’t need to worry about such things with me."
"Uh, I should go back."
"Let me give you a ride!"
She had already started walking away. "No need," she said politely. "The taxi is here. Thank you for saving me just now."
Watching her quickly get into the taxi as if fleeing from him, his cold, dark eyes narrowed strangely.
Suddenly, he ordered the subordinate behind him, his voice icy, "Find out who she has met with recently."
"Yes, sir." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
「That night, by the French window of the master bedroom on the second floor of the Geoffrey house」
Howard Geoffrey stood with one hand in his trouser pocket, calmly watching the liquid swirl with an odd trajectory in his wine glass.
His subordinate had just reported that Rebecca Quentin had met with the Quentin family’s housekeeper, Aunt Clare, today.
Aunt Clare had served Alexander Quentin for over a decade and was his trusted aide. Her recent long disappearance was because she had gone to Switzerland to open a bank account for Rebecca Quentin. All the liquid assets Alexander Quentin had previously transferred out of the Quentin company had been deposited into this account.
Evidently, Alexander Quentin had made contingency plans before his death.
Thinking of this, the strange smile on Howard Geoffrey’s handsome face deepened... Alexander Quentin, oh Alexander Quentin, you certainly knew how to find an escape route for your precious daughter. But are you sure your foolish daughter will obediently listen to you and leave?
「At the same time, at the Quentin house.」
Rebecca Quentin was tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to her chaotic thoughts, when the notification sound of a text message chimed.
Rebecca Quentin listlessly picked up her phone and glanced at it. The next second, she shot up in bed, stunned.
The screen displayed: "Mrs. Geoffrey, Mr. Geoffrey is about to leave T City. The house might be empty soon. I see there are still some of your belongings here. Would you like to come and take a look?"
「Two days later, Rebecca Quentin arrived at the Geoffrey house.」
The housekeeper greeted her as respectfully as ever. "Mrs. Geoffrey, I haven’t touched anything in your room. Let me accompany you upstairs to see what you need to pack."
"Alright."
Reaching the second floor, Rebecca Quentin paused at the doorway of the bedroom where she had lived for two years.
Nothing inside had changed in the slightest, as if she had never left.
Rebecca Quentin walked in. Her gaze unintentionally fell upon a white shirt draped over a chair.
She walked over, habitually picked up his shirt, and instructed, "Take Mr. Geoffrey’s shirt to be washed."
