Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 780 - 404: Extra: Swearing to Find You 1

Jonathon Gibson slowly pulled Christine Quinn aside, "Do you know how much my heart aches for you right now?"

Christine Quinn gently shook her head, "Let’s not talk about it, it’s all in the past... Give me the divorce papers, I’ll hand them to the servant."

Jonathon Gibson nodded and then retrieved the divorce papers from the car, handing them to Christine Quinn.

Christine Quinn took the papers and turned to give them to the servant who was standing silently behind her, instructing, "Give these to Mr. Jones."

"Yes." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Christine Quinn glanced at the villa she had lived in for over a year, feeling as if a hole had suddenly burst open in her heart.

Jonathon Gibson opened the car door for her, "Shall we?"

Christine Quinn took a deep breath to suppress the bitterness in her heart, and then bent over and entered the car.

"You didn’t forget the medicine, did you?" Jonathon Gibson asked worriedly before closing the door.

"No."

"Missus, wait."

As Jonathon Gibson started the engine, the servant who had been standing by suddenly spoke up.

Christine Quinn looked at the servant outside the car window and softly asked, "What’s the matter?"

The servant said, "Mr. Jones asked me to inquire when you might return. He says he’ll be very busy soon and may not have time to take care of the missy as thoroughly, so if you’re worried, come back earlier."

"I will, and please tell him he will be happy."

The servant nodded inexplicably and went back to relay the message.

"Let’s go."

"Okay."

Jonathon Gibson stepped on the gas pedal, and the car started, quickly leaving the villa behind.

"Mr. Jones, this is the document the missus asked me to pass to you."

Sitting at the desk with his back to the door, Skyler Jones’s upright figure inexplicably carried a sense of loneliness.

"Just put the document on the desk!"

"Yes."

"She’s already gone?"

"Yes, Mr. Gibson came to pick her up."

"Did she say anything?"

"Yes, the missus said you would be happy," the servant faithfully repeated Christine Quinn’s words to Skyler Jones.

"Did you relay my message to her?"

"I did, she said she’d return soon."

"Alright, that’s all, you may leave!"

The servant quietly withdrew.

After the servant left, Skyler Jones turned his chair, his gaze fixed on that document.

After struggling internally for a long time, he picked up the document and opened it gently.

It was a simple divorce agreement with the lawyer’s stamp and certification, and her signature was already on it.

Though he knew it would be this kind of agreement, seeing her signature in the lower left corner sparked a mysterious anger in his chest, and he casually threw the document aside.

Getting up, he returned to his room.

The room was very dark; he turned on the light only to find it so empty.

Even when they were pretending together in the same room, she would only occupy a small corner of the sofa, never adding anything to such a large room. Yet suddenly without her, the room felt as though everything had been stripped away, becoming empty and cold.

He put down his suit jacket, yanked off his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and quietly sat on the sofa where she used to sleep.

He didn’t know why he was in such a hurry to return; he should have stayed in New York until the project’s completion. However, his New York residence felt exactly the same at this moment—cold and solitary, without a trace of warmth.

Why did he have such feelings?

When she was there, even if they argued, he wished to grind her into pieces, yet he never felt lonely, rather even peaceful...

And today, she merely went abroad on vacation with Jonathon Gibson, just one of many separations over the years, yet somehow it clawed at his heart.

He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself another drink, attempting to numb the emotions rising in the depths of his heart, emotions he thought he would never feel again...

The spirits burned his throat, yet he gulped them down, wishing to numb all feelings inside.

For the first time in his life, he drank himself into oblivion...

His heavy head leaned against the leather sofa, his hand clutching an empty glass, his dark eyes blurred by alcohol...

A graceful silhouette seemed to appear before him...

"Oversky, have you ever thought about our future?"

"What future?"

"It’s... um... you know."

"What?"

"You’re pretending not to know... you know it!"