Unexpectedly, he rembered that she had affectionately called Skyler Jones that way once on the island. Rebecca Quentin’s eyes smiled, "So your mory is so good... If I don’t call you Howard Geoffrey, what should I call you in the future?"
"Call darling..."
"No way, that’s too cheesy, I can’t say it."
At this mont, Howard Geoffrey was buried in Rebecca Quentin’s neck, muttering, "Then call husband."
"Husband"? She rembered that during the two years of their marriage, she used to call him that, but now she truly can’t bring herself to say it, because back then it was mostly an act and she didn’t really understand the aning of the word "husband."
Subconsciously, Rebecca Quentin blurted out, "No, before we’re married, I won’t call you that, people will make fun of ."
"Married?"
These two words seed to make Howard Geoffrey stop kissing her, raising his eyes to gaze at her face.
Only then did Rebecca Quentin realize that what she had just said seed to unintentionally remind him to define their relationship...
As a result, almost imdiately, Rebecca Quentin affectionately hooked her arms around Howard Geoffrey’s neck and sweetly called out, "Husband..."
"Hmm?"
"Your mom called asking when we’re going back to Arica?"
Knowing that Rebecca Quentin was trying to ease the awkwardness caused by the word "married," Howard Geoffrey cooperated by responding, "In another week or two..."
The next day.
Rebecca Quentin personally hung the clothes brought by the waiter in the room’s wardrobe.
Actually, there were many trivial things in the suite that the waiter could do, but Rebecca Quentin didn’t want to call the waiter to help her with anything like cleaning or ironing clothes. She preferred to do it herself, enjoying the little woman’s desire to manage the household.
Perhaps it was fate, but today, when Rebecca Quentin hung Howard Geoffrey’s clothes in the wardrobe, she accidentally saw a drawer inside.
Subconsciously reaching out, Rebecca Quentin pulled out the drawer and inadvertently discovered a rather large white dicine bottle inside.
Originally not curious, this ti upon discovering the dicine bottle, Rebecca Quentin curiously picked it up to look at the instructions.
After a long string of English introduction, her gaze stopped at the usage, simply translated to—
This dication is water-soluble, for external use, two to four capsules at a ti, effective within seventy-two hours, inhibits ovulation.
Holding the dicine bottle, Rebecca Quentin stood before the wardrobe for a long ti without reacting.
At this mont, she finally understood why Howard Geoffrey often carried her to the bathtub after sex to soak...
It turns out, pretending to care for her exhaustion was false, the dicine dissolving in water was the truth.
Noon.
Suddenly embraced by soone at the waist, Rebecca Quentin, sitting by the window reading a magazine, was truly startled.
"Baby..."
Howard Geoffrey’s lazy voice reached her.
Rebecca Quentin turned her face, her nose unintentionally bumped into Howard Geoffrey’s handso face, she stamred at once, "Ah, you’re... you’re back!"
Who knew she just now was far from reading the magazine, her mind was in a haze, not even knowing when he returned.
Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin’s cheek lightly, his husky lips whispered, "What were you thinking about so deeply?"
She should have been panicked by now, but Rebecca Quentin cleverly covered it with a coquettish act, "I was thinking about you, who’s making you co ho so late from work!"
Howard Geoffrey’s gaze was keen and mischievous as he stared at Rebecca Quentin’s delicate face, "Really?"
"Even if it’s not, are you going to ask exactly what I was thinking just now? Mr. Geoffrey, won’t you think you’re being too strict?" Rebecca Quentin teased in response.
It seed Howard Geoffrey didn’t think much about it, responding with two words that sounded more like pampering, "Picky mouth!"
Rebecca Quentin then pulled Howard Geoffrey to stand up.
Like a habit, she thoughtfully helped him loosen the tie around his neck and started a conversation, "Uh, Howard Geoffrey, I want to discuss sothing with you."
Howard Geoffrey wrapped Rebecca Quentin’s slender waist with his arms, enjoying the way she deftly unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons, his hand naturally stroking her hips, he gently responded, "Hmm?"
"I want to go to Arica."
Howard Geoffrey’s eyebrows furrowed sharply, "What’s going on?"
Rebecca Quentin raised her bright eyes, her gleaming gaze eting Howard Geoffrey’s dark eyes, she gently intoned, "Your mom made several phone calls asking us to go back, but you’ve been busy with work. Even if we go back, you have to frequently fly to T City, so I’m thinking, since you’re often away, maybe I should take the ti to keep your mom company now!"
Howard Geoffrey tightened his grip on Rebecca Quentin’s hips, his tone carrying a hint of unwillingness, "She doesn’t need company, she’s used to being alone."
Rebecca Quentin gave Howard Geoffrey a sidelong glance, "You really don’t understand the mind of an elderly person at all... even if children are busy working daily, earning a lot of money to give elderly parents a comfortable life, many elderly people would rather not have such opulence as long as their children are frequently by their side."
"Becca, I know, but I don’t want you to leave ." Suddenly pulling Rebecca Quentin into his arms, Howard Geoffrey spoke softly, his voice filled with deep affection.
Rebecca Quentin leaned against Howard Geoffrey’s shoulder.
The subtle and pleasant male scent belonging to him surrounded her nostrils, as always causing her to feel attachnt.
However, at this mont, the picture flashing in her mind was of that dicine bottle in the wardrobe drawer...
Pain spread in her heart, making her nose tingle, as Rebecca Quentin leaned against him, she slowly closed her eyes.
During a few seconds of hesitation, she held onto his broad back, fearing that her voice might accidentally reveal her mood, she gently uttered, "I’m not willing to leave you either, but there’s still a long road ahead, do we really need to worry that we won’t have ti to be together every day? As for your mom, last ti I inadvertently heard her say that her birthday is next week, I think she’s quite lonely, so why not let go back first to keep her company, and you can return for her birthday..."
"Over the years, indeed, I’ve spent little ti with mom..." This sentence from Howard Geoffrey was filled with deep remorse and guilt.
Rebecca Quentin’s voice was also full of sadness, "Howard Geoffrey, you must spend more ti with your mom. Look at , even if I want to accompany Dad now, there’s no chance..." She really missed her father. At this very mont, if only he were still here, she could drop her facade and express all her sorrows and struggles in front of her father.
Howard Geoffrey buried himself in Rebecca Quentin’s neck, whispering intimately with her for a while, his tone remained intensely affectionate and lingering, "It’s still better to wait for to go back with you. Baby, I’m already used to holding you to sleep every night."
Pampering, deep love, tenderness, longing...
This was what Rebecca Quentin could feel from Howard Geoffrey’s low words at this mont...
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