Chapter 269: Chapter 146: He and Alice Robinson, Deep in Love
The floor was scattered with clothes belonging to both of them.
Dazed and groggy, Rebecca Quentin opened her eyes, lying on the bed, turning her head to look around, and happened to see Howard Geoffrey getting dressed in front of the bed.
Remembering Howard Geoffrey’s actions just now, Rebecca Quentin, furious, grabbed the quilt and got up, her eyes glaring fiercely at Howard Geoffrey.
Hearing the sound from the bed, Howard Geoffrey turned around while fastening his shirt buttons and met Rebecca Quentin’s eyes burning with intense anger.
Howard Geoffrey half-squinted his eyes, assessing her as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You pervert..."
Rebecca Quentin wanted to get up and slap Howard Geoffrey hard, but she was naked. She could only huddle in the quilt, her eyes filled with rage, glaring at Howard Geoffrey as if she wanted to kill him.
Howard Geoffrey had already put on his shirt by now. Seeing Rebecca Quentin’s gaze that seemed eager to tear him into pieces, he remained calm, sat on the bedside, facing her, and his tone was magnetically low, "Can’t wait to kill me?"
"Pervert!!"
Howard Geoffrey raised the corner of his mouth, "I’ve wanted to finish this unfinished business since this morning."
Rebecca Quentin was both embarrassed and annoyed, "You bastard!"
Taking advantage of Rebecca Quentin’s pause, Howard Geoffrey kissed her flushed cheek, whispered, "It doesn’t matter to me how you see me, as long as you know you will only be my woman..."
Rebecca Quentin retorted angrily, "I will definitely sue you!"
Howard Geoffrey smiled, "I’m not afraid of your lawsuit."
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Do you think being rich and powerful makes you incredible, that you can disregard the law?"
The smile on Howard Geoffrey’s lips deepened with meaning, "If we were married, how would doing this be disregarding the law?"
Rebecca Quentin’s body trembled heavily, her eyes froze, staring at Howard Geoffrey.
Howard Geoffrey stood up at that moment, picked up the clothes Rebecca Quentin’s assistant had sent this morning from the nightstand, threw them in front of Rebecca Quentin, and said seriously, "Get dressed, we’re going to register!"
Register?
This word felt like a beast suddenly biting Rebecca Quentin’s heart, causing her to hold her breath momentarily, her eyes stunned as she looked at Howard Geoffrey.
Howard Geoffrey sat on the bedside, his tone still serious, "Since you’re so insecure about me, the only way to allay your concern is to marry you, which is the best promise I can give you!"
Rebecca Quentin’s disbelieving gaze locked onto Howard Geoffrey’s serious and handsome face, motionless for a long time, just dazed.
Seeing Rebecca Quentin unresponsive, Howard Geoffrey’s voice turned gentle and husky, "What’s wrong?"
Rebecca Quentin blinked, looking at Howard Geoffrey’s expression, confused as if she couldn’t think straight at that moment.
Howard Geoffrey revealed a faint smile, "Come on, put on your clothes!"
Rebecca Quentin looked bewildered, seemingly still not reacting.
Howard Geoffrey, never one to waste time on things that must be done, said wickedly, "If you don’t get dressed, I’ll help you put on your clothes!"
What, help her dress?
Rebecca Quentin suddenly snapped back to her senses, seeing Howard Geoffrey now holding up a black lace underwear.
Her delicate face flushed red, Rebecca Quentin snatched the lace underwear from Howard Geoffrey’s hand, pushing him, "Get out!"
Howard Geoffrey immediately got up.
Rebecca Quentin stuffed the underwear into the quilt while tightening the thin quilt wrapped around her.
Howard Geoffrey opened the door, and just before leaving the room, he added, "Don’t make me wait too long. You know I have little patience and might come back in to help you."
A pillow flew over, hitting the closed door.
About ten minutes later, Rebecca Quentin slowly walked out of the room.
Howard Geoffrey walked over to Rebecca Quentin, seemingly waiting for a long time, gazing deeply at her. "The documents are in your handbag, right?"
Head down, Rebecca Quentin noticed her handbag being held by Howard Geoffrey. She took the handbag back and said softly, "You say marriage is the best promise, but we were once married. You swore in front of the priest to love me for a lifetime, yet in the end, your so-called best promise was dismissed with just a piece of paper."
Rebecca Quentin was referring precisely to the divorce agreement Howard Geoffrey gave her when she was most lost and helpless.
Howard Geoffrey lowered his usual lofty posture, sincerely saying, "Becca, let’s not dwell on the past, okay? I will use the future to make up for the mistakes I made against you."
Rebecca Quentin looked up at Howard Geoffrey’s dark, unfathomable eyes, "You can casually disregard the past because you always treated it casually. But I’m different from you; I hold the past very dear. Every memory is clear in my mind, and the pain it left is so deep."
Howard Geoffrey exerted effort to maintain patience, replying, "If the past were really so casual in my heart, how could I be so obsessed with being with you now?"
"In a man’s eyes, love and sex can be separated!"
"You think I only have ’sex’ with you?"
"Isn’t it?" Arguing such a question with Howard Geoffrey, Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but blush.
Howard Geoffrey calmly spat out through clenched teeth, "Have you ever thought, men like novelty and tire of the old, why should I be so enthusiastic with you?"
Rebecca Quentin flatly retorted, "Who knows if you’re the same with others."
Howard Geoffrey laughed heartily, "Could you feel if I was with others?"
Remembering his intensity, the blush on Rebecca Quentin’s face returned, "I don’t want to discuss this with you."
Howard Geoffrey wouldn’t let Rebecca Quentin escape, gripping her slender shoulders, restraining the urge to spank her, he spoke low, "Tell me, what exactly are you bothered by?"
Rebecca Quentin turned her head aside, ignoring Howard Geoffrey, she flatly said, "I mind nothing."
Howard Geoffrey turned her face back to him, his tone chilling, "Really? You don’t mind... If you truly don’t mind, why did you refuse to let anyone call me when you were at the brink of death on the day I married Alice Robinson?"
"I..."
Howard Geoffrey interrupted loudly, "Don’t tell me you weren’t angry with me that day, that you didn’t care at all that I was marrying Alice Robinson!"
Recalling the pain of giving birth alone that day, a film of tears rapidly covered Rebecca Quentin’s eyes, her tone slightly choked, "Howard Geoffrey, you’re really too narcissistic, do you think when I was lying on the operating table at the brink of death, I was still thinking about you? No, at that moment, it wasn’t my obsession with you that got me through, it was my hatred for you... Do you understand now how much I hate you?!"
She admitted that her words now were partly spoken in anger, but that day’s experience was like a thorn in her heart, any touch would spread the pain through her body, he would never feel that agony because he would never need her like she needed him.
Only after giving birth did she realize, some people are never worth waiting for...
After Rebecca Quentin finished speaking, the silence between them became as heavy as lead.
Finally, Howard Geoffrey laughed darkly, his sarcastic laughter filling the entire apartment.
"So you relied on your hatred for me to keep living..." Howard Geoffrey pulled Rebecca Quentin closer, "I don’t know whether to thank you for this hatred or be saddened by it!!"
Rebecca Quentin pushed Howard Geoffrey away with all her strength, "You won’t be saddened because you never consider anyone else’s feelings!!"
"Perhaps you’re right..." Howard Geoffrey spoke fiercely, his expression dangerous and grim, "Seems I’ve truly reaped what I’ve sown!"
Rebecca Quentin looked at Howard Geoffrey, his expression cold as stone.
Rebecca Quentin said nothing more.
With a bang, the sound of a loudly shut door rang out.
Howard Geoffrey’s tall, imposing figure had vanished.
Watching Howard Geoffrey’s disappearing figure, Rebecca Quentin’s sorrow corroded her helpless soul, piercing her heart with anguish.
She knew her words were hurtful, but the past had wounded her too deeply, she dared not allow herself even a moment of fancy, because if she fell again, she’d never be able to rise...
Rebecca Quentin once wanted to go out, but outside the door, the two bodyguards were still there.
Helplessly, Rebecca Quentin sat back down on the sofa in his apartment, lost in thought.
As night fell, Rebecca Quentin’s mind was cluttered, her heart as chaotic.
She had no choice, she couldn’t be with him again... whether in the past or now, from any aspect, they were not suitable.
Their meeting was due to resentment...
Their knowing each other was also due to resentment...
Fate had arranged from the beginning that they wouldn’t reach the end...
No matter if he cared for her even a little, she would never care like before, she knew, she didn’t suit him, and he didn’t suit her...
If they could both live separately, they would surely live better than now.
As Rebecca Quentin thought this, the apartment door suddenly opened from outside.
Seeing the tall, imposing figure walk in, Rebecca Quentin instinctively stood up, her body tense.
Surrounded by a swift aura, Howard Geoffrey said nothing, picked up Rebecca Quentin’s handbag, immediately took her hand, and walked out of the apartment.
Rebecca Quentin was painfully pulled by Howard Geoffrey, "Let go of me, let go, where are you taking me?"
"Registration!!"
Registration?
Upon hearing these words again, Rebecca Quentin remained speechless, shaken.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened.