Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 721 - 374: Extra Story: He Didn’t Return All Night_2
He grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her to the side—
"Let me go..."
She wanted to struggle, but found that the pain in her heart was increasing. If her emotions got any more intense, she might never be able to ask him again.
So, she no longer resisted him.
"What, do you really still fantasize about being with me?" He sneered, letting go of her hand because of her compliance.
She almost fell, but luckily the railing on the side of the road supported her.
"I could never be with you!!"
She refused to let her tears fall. "If you don’t want to see me for even a second, then you could divorce me now. Why wait six months?"
"If I were to divorce you now, you’d just gain the sympathy of a lot of people, wouldn’t you?" He looked at her coldly and said cruelly.
Christine Quinn stood there, stunned, stationary on the roadside...
"Whether you want to come back or not, it’s up to you!"
With those words, Skyler Jones got in the car on his own. After a few seconds without her getting in, his car finally drove out of her sight.
Christine Quinn, I never truly cared about you from the beginning. I merely liked the feeling of being in bed with you...
So, he had always been watching her as a joke...
His hatred, his sarcasm, his malice towards her were not out of concern but from fundamental disgust...
The fond memories she occasionally recalled turned out to be just a dream...
Now that she’s awake, she’s left in such disgrace...
With red-rimmed eyes and a vacant gaze, Christine Quinn sat dumbfounded on the long wooden bench by the street.
Suddenly, an expensive but low-key black car abruptly stopped in front of her.
Still immersed in her thoughts, Christine Quinn did not notice the car’s presence until a tall, refined figure stepped out and gently called, "Christine?"
Christine Quinn then came back to her senses, looking dazedly at the person coming towards her.
Seeing Christine Quinn’s pale face and tear-stained eyes, Jonathon Gibson was clearly in disbelief. He cautiously helped her up, his brows furrowing in concern, "What’s wrong?"
Jonathon Gibson’s voice brought Christine Quinn back to reality...
She shook her head immediately, brushing away the tear stains on her cheeks, "I’m fine."
"Heavens, your body is so cold... How long have you been out in the wind?" Jonathon Gibson said as he removed his jacket and draped it over Christine Quinn’s shoulders.
"I’m fine..."
Christine Quinn tried to return the jacket, but Jonathon Gibson held her hand down. "Keep it on, you’re very cold."
"Then... thank you."
Jonathon Gibson glanced around, furrowing his brows, "Are you alone?"
Christine quietly nodded.
Jonathon Gibson’s frown deepened, "Where’s Mr. Jones?"
Christine silently shook her head.
Jonathon Gibson could see something out of the ordinary from Christine Quinn’s increasingly pale expression. He did not continue with the questions, only led Christine Quinn back to his car. "It’s windy here, come sit in my car for a while."
Jonathon Gibson adjusted the temperature inside the car to its most comfortable setting, then gazed intently at Christine Quinn’s bloodless face.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Christine bowed her head, "I’m fine."
"You don’t look fine... Did you have a fight with Mr. Jones?"
"Yes."
"Disagreements between couples are normal, but how could Mr. Jones leave you alone at the roadside?" Saying this, Jonathon Gibson took out his phone.
Christine quickly stopped Jonathon Gibson’s action, "What are you doing?"
"I’m calling Skyler Jones." Jonathon Gibson and Skyler Jones exchanged business cards because of a new project in New York, so they had each other’s phone numbers.
"No!!"
Christine reacted intensely, "Please don’t call him..."
Faced with Christine’s plea, Jonathon Gibson slowly lowered his phone, his furrowed brows expressing his concern for Christine.
Christine finally let out a sigh of relief and softly said, "I want to find a place to be alone for a while... Can you take me to a nearby hotel?"
"My apartment in New York is nearby... If you don’t mind, you can come sit for a while."
"Okay."
Jonathon Gibson then carefully fastened Christine’s seatbelt.
Christine leaned back in the seat, her eyes gradually losing their luster again.
Jonathon Gibson started the engine, but his peripheral vision fell on the beautiful yet dim expression beside him, his heart clenched, and he suddenly stepped on the gas pedal, speeding away.
Jonathon Gibson’s apartment in New York was on the top floor of a commercial building.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of New York, seemingly the best place for quiet reflection.
At that moment, Christine stood in front of the windows, looking at the brightly lit yet slumbering city below, her heart gradually calming down.
"Have some water."
Jonathon Gibson, without Christine knowing when, stood behind her, offering a glass of water.
Christine turned around and took the glass, "Thank you."
The lukewarm water instantly warmed Christine’s cold palms as she gave Jonathon a faint smile, "We haven’t seen each other in such a long time... I didn’t expect our meeting would let you see me so disheveled."
In casual home attire, Jonathon casually leaned against the sofa, his dark eyes deeply watching Christine, "You haven’t changed at all." Time seemed to have left no trace on her face; she was still as stunningly beautiful as years ago.
"You’ve changed... more mature and handsome, with extraordinary achievements."
Jonathon smiled softly and asked, "Have you been in New York all these years?"
Christine shook her head, "I also lived in New York, but most of the time I’ve been in T City."
Jonathon hesitated for a few seconds before finally asking, "Have you been well all these years?"
Christine first pursed her lips and shook her head, then smiled, "Not very well."
"When I heard from Hilda that you hadn’t contacted her all these years, I knew you weren’t doing well."
Christine took a deep breath to suppress the bitterness in her heart, "I miss her a lot."
"She misses you too, and has always been looking for you..." Jonathon said, gazing intently at Christine’s slightly pale face, "I do too." He added, filled with suppressed longing.
