Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 728 - 378: Extra Story: Acting in Front of the Children
"What do you want to say?"
Rebecca Quentin’s voice choked with tears, "Did you notice that my sister wore a very beautiful dress today, and it’s your favorite color, white."
Skyler Jones pressed his lips, silent.
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes glistened with a faint shimmer of water, her voice grew hoarser, "Mr. Jones, if I remember correctly, you told me you fell for me at first sight. Have you ever thought about why you would have ’love at first sight’ for a stranger like me? I think it’s because of a face that resembles my sister’s, right?"
In that moment, Skyler Jones gently held Rebecca Quentin’s shoulders and softly said, "Sorry, Becca, I have other matters tonight... Whatever you want to discuss, let’s talk next time, okay?"
"Mr. Jones..."
Skyler Jones had already started walking away.
Rebecca Quentin watched Skyler Jones’s retreating figure, her eyes growing even wetter.
Suddenly, a gentle arm wrapped around Rebecca Quentin’s slender waist. Rebecca Quentin raised her blurry eyes to look at Howard Geoffrey beside her.
Howard Geoffrey gently wiped away the tears at Rebecca Quentin’s eye corner with his thumb, "You shouldn’t have stopped me."
Rebecca Quentin snuggled into Howard Geoffrey’s solid and broad chest, "He’s your brother, you can’t speak ill of him."
"But at least I can’t let him make my wife cry."
"I’m not upset because of him, I’m upset for my sister..."
"I know, but your sister is stronger than you think. If she knew you were crying for her now, she would feel very guilty."
Rebecca Quentin wiped her tears and snot on Howard Geoffrey’s expensive shirt, "Whenever I think about the agreement he signed with my sister, I just want to yell at him!!"
"Baby, you must keep this secret... Whether they can ultimately be together depends on this agreement!"
"Are you sure Mr. Jones really cares about my sister?"
"I’m sure... Don’t forget, when I released the news of him marrying your sister, he didn’t come to me for explanations."
"Let me calculate, you are nine years older than me, when you turn forty, I’ll be just around thirty, at that time, I’ll surely maintain my beauty and youth, while you’ll already be entering middle age..." She sat on his lap, her legs swinging back and forth, looking extremely relaxed and carefree.
"Do you mind me being old?" He kissed her cheek.
"I really need to think about it..."
"You dare?"
She giggled, reached out and hugged his neck, "Find some reasons so I won’t mind your age."
"I’m wealthy."
"I don’t care about money."
"I can fulfill all your dreams in this lifetime."
"But my dream is only one..."
He buried himself into her fragrant, soft neck, mumbling, "Tell me."
She lifted his restless head from her neck and deeply looked into his eyes, "I just want you to always care for me like you do now."
"I certainly will." He couldn’t help but kiss her cheek again.
"But you haven’t said anything nice to me."
"I say a lot to you every night."
She shyly slapped his chest, "Hey, I’m talking serious..."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Say things women love to hear." She hinted playfully.
"Like what?" He raised his eyebrows, playing dumb.
"I love you! Dummy, you can’t even say this!" She had to teach him, seriously!
"Thank you!" He smiled, accepting her declaration.
"Hey..." She poked his chest, "I’m asking you to say—I love you! Not for me to say ’I love you’ to you, stop trying to take advantage of me, alright?"
"Isn’t it the same?"
"How could it be the same!" She rolled her eyes at him, "I want you to say it."
"I’ll save it for later..." He slowly pushed her body towards the bed and intertwined with her body.
"When is later... at our wedding ceremony?"
"Maybe at the wedding, or perhaps on my fortieth birthday."
"Hey, you’re still upset about me calling you old..."
Annoying, what a grudge bearer!
The phone’s vibration interrupted the man drinking alone on the sofa.
He put down the wine glass and picked up the phone to see.
"Jennifer Douglas" flashed brightly on his phone screen.
He pressed the hang-up key directly and tossed the phone aside.
Picking up the wine beside him, he continued to pour into the glass and gulped down all the amber liquid into his throat.
The burn of the liquor slid down his throat, leaving his mind blank.
