Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 808 - 418: Extra Story: Sorry, I No Longer Love You 1

So, she told everyone the fact that she was still alive, except him.

She would rather let him believe in her "death", than see him appear before her. She really didn’t want him to disturb her life again.

His subordinate noticed Skyler Jones hadn’t spoken for a long time, just silently watching Christine Quinn from a distance of dozens of meters where she wouldn’t notice, and couldn’t help but say, "Mr. Jones, should I go up and greet the madam?"

"No need." Skyler Jones answered faintly.

The subordinate was stunned, "Mr. Jones, aren’t you going to meet the madam?"

Skyler Jones said nothing, and turned around.

The subordinate silently followed behind Skyler Jones, unable to fathom his boss’s thoughts, raising his eyes only to see the solitary and desolate back of his boss.

The subordinate couldn’t help but turn back to look at where Christine Quinn was...

She and Jonathon Gibson were still chatting and strolling on the beach, appearing to be in a good mood.

The subordinate sighed inwardly; the boss must be hurt.

A few minutes later, the subordinate led Skyler Jones to a white house on the island.

The subordinate said to Skyler Jones, "Mr. Jones, for the convenience of communication, we’ll be staying at Uncle Luke’s house who just guided us. Coincidentally, Uncle Luke told me that his house is right next to the house the madam rented, so you and the madam are still quite connected."

Skyler Jones gave a light "hmm," and with the fatigue of days and nights without rest, he walked into the house.

When Skyler Jones woke up, the island was already dark.

Without the bright city lights, the night’s scattered lights on the island brought a unique romantic atmosphere.

Skyler Jones rose from the wicker chair, pinched his temples, and asked the subordinate standing beside him, "How long did I sleep?"

The subordinate replied, "Three or four hours."

Skyler Jones furrowed his brows, "Why didn’t you wake me up?"

"I saw that Mr. Jones hadn’t slept for days, I couldn’t bear to wake you." The subordinate answered softly.

In recent days, Skyler Jones hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, and not sleeping for days while trying every means to find Christine Quinn’s location on the island of Lauren Arthur naturally led him to doze off once he leaned against the chair.

Skyler Jones didn’t voice any blame, just said, "What time is it now?"

The subordinate answered, "It’s already six in the evening... Uncle Luke has already prepared dinner for you."

Skyler Jones gave a slight nod, "You said this afternoon... she’s living next door?"

"Yes, the house the madam rented is next to ours."

"Is Jonathon Gibson also staying with her?"

"I’m afraid... yes." The subordinate dared not lie, "Uncle Luke just told me that Jonathon Gibson is also having dinner at the moment."

Under a few towering coconut trees, Christine Quinn and Jonathon Gibson were dining.

An antique European-style lamp hung on the coconut tree, not very bright, casting a somewhat hazy glow on where Christine Quinn and Jonathon Gibson dined.

This haze, though not deliberately created, evoked the beautiful ambiance of dining in a classical European restaurant.

Skyler Jones stood behind the coconut tree, never taking a step forward.

They were only a few meters apart, he could see her clearly, yet she didn’t see him.

She and Jonathon Gibson savored the island’s food with a few appreciative smiles, their faces full of contentment.

The subordinate kept stealing glances at Skyler Jones’s expression, sighing inwardly from time to time, yet not daring to voice a suggestion for his boss to show himself before the lady boss.

Across a not far distance, the conversation between Jonathon Gibson and her clearly reached his ears —

Jonathon Gibson suddenly paused in his dining motion, smiling lightly, gazing deeply at her.

She only noticed Jonathon Gibson’s gaze after several seconds, her exquisite face lifting, smiling with him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I’m just... just cherishing the moments with you."

Her smile deepened, "I’m not dead yet... and you express such sorrow, it makes me feel down."

Jonathon hastily explained, "I didn’t mean it that way... I meant, when I’m with you, I always want to cherish it."

The sincerity in Jonathon Gibson’s eyes had not a speck of pretense; he cared deeply and was anxious about Christine Quinn.

Christine Quinn moved her lips with a slight laugh, pretending not to understand the deep emotions underlying his words, lowered her head, and continued dining.

"Sorry, did I make things awkward between us again?"