Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 689 - 358: Extra Story: Geoffrey and Ranran’s Love Life Now (2)
Christine Quinn’s eyes remained as determined as ever, looking calmly at Skyler Jones. She suddenly let out a mocking laugh, "Skyler Jones, do you know that seeing you so angry makes me really happy... My purpose of tormenting you is finally achieved, isn’t it?"
Skyler Jones narrowed his eyes slyly, "Do you think I’ll let the days ahead be easy for you?"
Christine Quinn crossed her arms over her chest, maintaining a relaxed smile, "You can try... Don’t forget, I’m your daughter’s mother, the sister of the woman you love. If you bully me, what will they think of you? You’d better be careful, I might squeeze out a few tears in front of them, and the good image you’ve worked so hard to create could crumble in an instant!!"
"Christine Quinn!!"
Skyler Jones’s strong grip clamped around Christine Quinn’s throat.
Christine, unprepared, found her throat constricted and immediately couldn’t catch her breath.
Skyler Jones intensified his grip, his anger causing his muscular arm to tremble slightly.
Christine’s face turned pale as Skyler tightened his grip, the sensation of suffocation clouding her mind...
With a cold gaze, Skyler Jones spat out each word menacingly, "Do you believe I could let you die right now?"
Christine slowly lowered her eyelids, unable to speak or make a sound.
Seeing Christine not struggle and seemingly allowing him to "take" her life, Skyler first slightly loosened his grip. When he saw her body nearly collapse, he was startled and quickly let go. Christine had already slumped down beside his hand...
In a daze, she opened her eyes, lying on the bed, looking around confusedly, not immediately recognizing where she was.
"Awake?" Skyler Jones’s voice drifted over as Christine began to move.
Christine looked towards the source of the voice――
Skyler was sitting on the sofa in the shadowy part of the room, with his legs crossed, holding a cup of an unknown liquid in his right hand, watching her. The bright light behind him highlighted his ominous presence.
Ignoring Skyler Jones, Christine struggled to get up, but felt weak all over, with an IV still in her left arm.
"I thought you pretending to faint was just an act. Seems like you really are not feeling well today." How could he know she was on her period today?
In memory, whenever she had her period, she would lay on the bed with her stomach hurting all day, feeling very weak, and just earlier, he almost accidentally killed her. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Christine still didn’t respond to Skyler, persisting to get up.
"I think you should rest a bit more, so you don’t collapse after a few steps."
Ignoring what seemed like Skyler’s concerned words, Christine sat up with effort, painfully removed the IV needle, and got out of bed.
She didn’t spare Skyler a glance, just held her stomach with one hand, supported the wall with the other, and made her way step by step out of the room.
Skyler, annoyed, placed his drink aside, coldly asking, "Are you pretending to be proud now?"
Christine, supporting her weak and wavering body, left Skyler’s room.
As Christine walked through the hallway, a staff member noticed her discomfort and kindly helped her back to her room.
So, at this moment, she lay on her own room’s large bed.
The pain of her period caused her to curl up on the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket.
Finally, a disobedient tear fell from her eye...
But she didn’t allow a second tear to fall. She steadfastly wiped away the tear marks, reminding herself as she always did in the past...
Christine Quinn, you can’t cry...
Have you forgotten that you’ve always been a strong woman?
Is it worth shedding tears for him?
His words were harsh, but haven’t you heard worse from him before?
The more you appear weak like this, the more satisfied he becomes. He wishes you weren’t in this world, doesn’t he?
He doesn’t want you to live well, doesn’t want you to be happy and joyful, so you have to live well, you have to be happy and joyful in front of him. Didn’t you swear never to be weak in front of him?
Christine Quinn, clear your head...
Over a decade has passed, has your heart really fallen so low that you can’t even respect yourself?
An hour later, Christine Quinn dragged her luggage to the hotel lobby.
The front desk lady yawned, asking, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I’d like to check out."
"Check out?"
The front desk lady was quite surprised, "Miss, it’s eleven at night. Are you sure you don’t want to rest overnight and check out in the morning?"
Christine gently shook her head, her hand holding her stomach, "Let’s check out now!"
The front desk lady then took the room card Christine handed over and processed the check-out for her.
After checking out, Christine dragged her luggage and left the hotel.
Fortunately, the city of HN is a sleepless city. Even at eleven at night, there were still many taxis heading to the airport, and Christine quickly got one.
As soon as she got in the car, she leaned against the seat back, looking exhausted.
The driver saw Christine’s beautiful face in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but glance at it a few more times. Noticing the despondent emotion on Christine’s face, the driver couldn’t help but ask, "Miss, did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"
Christine didn’t answer.
The driver chuckled to himself and consoled Christine, "Miss, you’re so pretty, why get upset with your boyfriend? If he’s annoying you and you can’t endure it, just don’t be with him. With your qualities, aren’t you afraid of not finding a better man for you?"
"A better man?"
The driver nodded, "Yeah, aren’t there all kinds of excellent men in this world? If you feel the man by your side isn’t good enough, you can look around and choose another. With your qualities, what kind of man couldn’t you have?"
With a faint nod, Christine smiled, "Yeah, I’m not lacking in qualities either..."
"That’s right, don’t hang on to just one tree. You have to let him know that if he doesn’t cherish you, someone else naturally will!"
Perhaps, it’s really time to end things with him.
Spending twelve years of youthful time here has been enough.
