Late at night, the car was racing through the streets of New York.
The speedoter kept climbing, the car almost like a whirlwind carving two glaring red lines on the street...
Until finally accompanied by a screeching brake sound, the tires ford a layer of dark black on the ground, and the car finally ca to a stop.
"Damn it!!"
Howard Geoffrey slamd his fist into the car glass, and imdiately the glass shattered into pieces.
After a few monts of calm, he pulled out his phone with extre composure and dialed a string of numbers. "Refuel the plane, I need to return to the Flowery Kingdom in an hour."
After receiving the call, Howard Geoffrey casually tossed the phone aside, then drove straight to a private airport.
At the sa ti, in Y City.
Rebecca Quentin had just stepped onto the fifty-sixth floor and was imdiately surrounded by a few colleagues.
"Becca, if you beco the boss’s wife, don’t forget to say a few good words for in front of Mr. Jones, I taught you quite a lot when you joined the company..."
"Who would have thought our Mr. Jones, who has kept himself untainted for so long, would be so easily captivated by your beauty and charm..."
A more familiar colleague added, "Co on, tell us, to what stage have you two developed? Is Mr. Jones the impatient type?"
"Uh..."
Rebecca Quentin was worrying about how to respond when a cold and serious voice ca, "Is no one working here? eting in ten minutes, if anyone’s materials aren’t complete, get out of the fifty-sixth floor."
In an instant, the colleagues scattered like birds and beasts.
Rebecca Quentin imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, never had she been so grateful for being described as the fierce "Auntie."
"Rebecca Quentin, you don’t need to attend the eting... Mr. Jones is already here, make him a cup of coffee!" When speaking with Rebecca Quentin, Antti noticeably softened his tone.
"Alright."
Perhaps it was because she had been surrounded by colleagues all day, while making coffee she fell into a daze, and accidentally burned her finger with the boiling coffee liquid.
"Ah!" She let out a light cry, promptly bringing the painful finger to her mouth to suck.
A colleague heard her cry and quickly ran over. Seeing her burnt finger, the colleague kindly said, "I’ll carry the coffee up for Mr. Jones, you should wash your hand with cold water in the restroom, otherwise, it will easily blister."
"Thank you."
A minute later, she stood in front of the restroom mirror, clutching her hot finger, leaning annoyed against the washstand.
She really was useless, couldn’t even make a cup of coffee...
However, she truly was upset.
That morning she woke up in Mr. Jones’s arms, she admitted she was slightly touched, but more than anything felt awkward and embarrassed...
Honestly, she admired Mr. Jones, liked Mr. Jones, but her feelings for him weren’t the romantic kind, more often taking him as an elder brother, finding a sense of security and steadiness in him.
The key is, she had already told him the truth, but he still just said he would wait, leaving her unable to drum up the courage to refuse...
Gazing at her conflicted self in the mirror, Rebecca Quentin fell into a daze.
At this mont, as Rebecca Quentin pondered why she could never try dating Skyler Jones as Aunt Clare suggested, the image of that person kept appearing in her mind...
She thought that after more than a month had passed, that figure had been gradually forgotten in her heart, but didn’t expect that although it had faded and thinned, it turned into a needle pricking her heart, making her constantly feel pain and discomfort...
She had never known it was so difficult to forget soone, so she couldn’t accept Skyler Jones, because being like this with Skyler Jones would be unfair to him...
In the afternoon, having packed up, Rebecca Quentin prepared to clock off.
Skyler Jones always understood her feelings well, knowing she needed ti to think, he didn’t push her, instead pulling their relationship back to that of boss and employee, so she was leaving work alone.
Skyler Jones initially instructed a colleague to send her ho, but she didn’t accept, standing alone at the roadside waiting for a taxi.
Rebecca Quentin never expected, and couldn’t expect, that while she was waiting for a taxi, a sleek black car suddenly stopped at her feet, and before she had ti to react, she was already being picked up by soone.
"Help, help..."
She instinctively called out, struggling with all her limbs.
Howard Geoffrey shoved Rebecca Quentin into the car cabin, fastened her seatbelt, and then started the engine directly.
Until her nostrils were filled with his long-missed masculine scent, she finally quieted down, stunned as she looked at the handso side profile in the driver’s seat.
"You..." She admitted she was shocked by his appearance, but at this mont, fear outweighed surprise, as her consciousness returned she forcefully pounded the car, "Lunatic... let off the car... Howard Geoffrey... let off the car!!"
Howard Geoffrey seed to completely ignore Rebecca Quentin’s voice, racing all the way until he stopped in front of a five-star hotel.
He lifted her down again, completely disregarding her struggles, and the innate disparity in strength between n and won made her struggles utterly futile in the end.
The hotel staff saw the scene in front of them and simply assud it was a couple quarreling, so they didn’t step in, seeing Howard Geoffrey’s attire, he didn’t seem like a bad person.
After exiting the elevator, Howard Geoffrey kicked open the room door.
A "bang" sound closed the door, Howard Geoffrey tossed Rebecca Quentin onto the only large bed in the room.
Rebecca Quentin’s shivering body kept retreating until it reached the head of the bed.
Howard Geoffrey stood by the bedside, looking at her fearful and frightened expression with a lecturing deanor, "Are my words going in one ear and out the other?"
"Lunatic!!" Rebecca Quentin said, trying to climb off the bed.
Howard Geoffrey coldly warned, "If you dare step off the bed, I guarantee that in a mont you won’t be alone on this bed."
Rebecca Quentin bit her lip and imdiately turned her face to the side.
"Do you understand who Skyler Jones is? Just a few considerate gestures, a few sweet words, and you think he’ll treat you like royalty, right?"
Rebecca Quentin pursed her lips, saying nothing. She had no need to speak to the lunatic in front of her, if he dared try sothing she would call the police.
"Answer !" Howard Geoffrey impatiently shouted.
She never knew Howard Geoffrey could get this angry, his voice almost a roar, Rebecca Quentin was startled but still refused to be cowed, casually replied, "Alright, I understand."
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