Chapter 279: Chapter 151: The Jealous One (Part 1)
Their lips almost brushed against each other, but because of her resistance, his movements could only pause in the air at this moment.
At this moment, Howard Geoffrey did not act forcefully, nor did he retreat, just accompanied her in this deadlock.
Rebecca Quentin vigilantly stared at Howard Geoffrey, fearing that he might take advantage of her at any moment. But because they were so close, his warm breath brushed against her cheek, making her suddenly feel a loss of strength to resist.
Her hand resisting his chest began to tremble slightly, her mood growing more tense, even though she tried to hold her breath, her chest still heaved violently.
Time passed second by second...
No one knew why, but in the end, Howard Geoffrey did not kiss her, choosing instead to let her go, stepping back.
Watching Howard Geoffrey leave the room, Rebecca Quentin finally took a deep breath.
Due to Howard Geoffrey’s presence in the apartment, Rebecca Quentin didn’t dare to sleep, so after locking the door, she remained vigilant, eyes fixed on the door, ears perked for any sound outside the room.
However, over an hour passed, and there seemed to be no sound from the living room.
Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but feel puzzled. He said he would take a shower, but he should have finished by now. Even if he went out, there should have been some noise outside, but why had she heard nothing outside for over an hour?
Confused, Rebecca Quentin jumped out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. She reached out and gently opened the door.
She only opened a small gap, but through the crack, she could clearly see the outside.
However, upon a quick glance, she indeed found him not in the living room.
Bear in mind, there is only one room in the apartment, if he hadn’t gone out, he should have been in the living room, he couldn’t have vanished into thin air.
Thinking of this, Rebecca Quentin boldly opened the door fully, carefully scanning the living room.
This time, she found something.
He was currently lying on the sofa in the living room...
Was he sleeping on the sofa?
In indecision, Rebecca Quentin slowly moved out of the room, coming to his side.
He was indeed asleep on the sofa...
He hadn’t showered, still wearing the shirt he had on when he came back, his tie already loosened, and two buttons of the shirt undone...
Why had he fallen asleep?
Puzzled for a few seconds, she suddenly remembered what he had told her earlier. He said the moment the bidding was over, he returned from Paris...
Honestly, she hadn’t expected him to return so soon. When she called him yesterday, she assumed he might be traveling for several more days...
Considering the distance from New York to Paris, him being back this morning indicated he was already planning to return when she called him yesterday. If she remembered correctly, the Hope City project’s bidding ended only yesterday morning, which means he really rushed back the very day his business concluded.
Why was he so eager to return?
"Baby, I miss you very much."
His words suddenly echoed in her ears, the most tender part of her heart seemed to be suddenly infused with warmth, moving her.
Coming back to herself, her gaze fixed on his handsome face.
She had to admit, at this moment, she could see a trace of exhaustion on his usually impassive face...
He really was tired, otherwise, he wouldn’t have fallen asleep like this on the sofa.
He was so tall and strong, sleeping on the sofa, his body couldn’t fully stretch out, resulting in an uncomfortable sleep, unable to even stretch his legs.
Additionally, it was still cold, he didn’t have anything over him, sleeping on the sofa would surely make him catch a chill.
Almost instinctively, Rebecca Quentin turned back to the room, found a blanket and brought it over.
But as she prepared to place the blanket over him, her movements suddenly hesitated.
What was she doing?
If he woke and saw the blanket she placed over him, what would he think?
She and he ultimately couldn’t be together, such an act of care wasn’t appropriate now.
Thinking of this, Rebecca Quentin pulled the blanket back, stood beside the sofa, quietly watching him.
Perhaps it was because Andrew returned to her side last night, that she dreamt a lovely dream...
In the dream, she and him wandered under the sunset; behind them, a little boy held hands with a little girl who had just learned to walk, their grandmother lovingly watching them from behind...
She woke up smiling...
The reason people dream is because they ponder during the day. Even though she knew she and Howard Geoffrey couldn’t be together, she couldn’t deny how this beautiful scene was a future she had once longed for...
Yet, no matter how good a dream is, it’s still just a dream, while reality is always harsh.
She couldn’t be certain whether his multiple attempts expressing the desire to be with her came from his heart, but she knew that being together would never bring happiness.
She had personally felt the old Mrs. Geoffrey’s hatred towards her mother... she knew that Mrs. Geoffrey could never forgive her mother nor accept the Quentin family.
Raised solely by his mother since childhood, he cared more about his mother’s feelings than anyone else, thus if he were with her, he would be placed in a dilemma between her and his mother, leading to a family where peace and happiness couldn’t exist.
Choosing not to consider him, truthfully Mrs. Geoffrey’s problem is secondary; the most important thing is she knew his desire to be with her might just be a temporary need, not out of liking or loving her.
A true liking starts perhaps at the first sight...
Even if he’s not one for love at first sight, it’s been seven years, if he cared, he would have cared long ago, not realized today, what he longed for might just be fulfilling a need rather than her...
She firmly believed that heaven has arranged someone truly suitable for everyone, and if they’re not suitable, one shouldn’t force it. He would find the right person for him in the future, and she would also find her belonging...
Thinking of this, Rebecca Quentin clenched the blanket, turning away.
That morning, Rebecca Quentin stayed in the room, never going out again.
Close to noon, the rhythmic knocking on her door resounded.
She had already heard the movement in the living room, knowing that he had woken up, so it must naturally be him knocking now.
Rebecca Quentin, holding the now awake Andrew, opened the door.