"What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell just by ntioning this topic?"
Rebecca Quentin held her forehead, finally recovering after a long ti, but her face showed obvious weakness, and even her voice beca feeble, "I don’t want to talk to you, I..."
"Are you pretending to be pitiful to now?" Howard Geoffrey set down his wine glass with slight anger, feeling troubled.
He shouldn’t be troubled for her... He shouldn’t!!
Yet he couldn’t control his own thoughts...
As if trying to stop his heart from recklessly moving, Howard Geoffrey cruelly hurt her once more, the one trying to take root in his heart.
"You want to let you go? Fine, disappear from my sight forever!!"
Rebecca Quentin was stunned to hear Howard Geoffrey’s words, unable to react for a long ti.
She never thought he could actually detest her this much, after all, she once thought about spending her life with him...
"Ha, rest assured, you don’t want to see just as much as I don’t want to see you. If I ever run into you, I’ll consider myself incredibly unlucky!"
He threw the wine glass to the ground, coldly saying, "Get out, don’t let see you again!"
Rebecca Quentin had just walked out of Skytop Group when Skyler Jones caught up with her.
"Becca..."
"Mm."
Skyler Jones held her shoulders, "Why didn’t you wait for ?"
"I’m so tired, I want to go back to sleep."
Skyler Jones, seeing Rebecca Quentin looking wobbly, said worriedly, "You don’t look well, let take you to the hospital!"
"I don’t want to go to the hospital. If you could, just take back to the hotel to rest!"
"Okay."
Rebecca Quentin was about to turn and walk towards the parking lot, but at that mont, Skyler Jones scooped her up in his arms.
Rebecca Quentin had already lost consciousness and fell into Skyler Jones’s embrace.
When Rebecca Quentin woke up, it was already late at night.
Just like the last ti she drank too much, she woke up to find Skyler Jones sleeping on a chair beside her, apparently having just nodded off.
Rebecca Quentin carefully got out of bed, feeling much better physically, clearly her dizziness was due to her neglecting sleep these past days.
"Becca..."
Though Rebecca Quentin spoke very softly, the lightly sleeping Skyler Jones still woke up from the slight sound, imdiately supporting her, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"
Rebecca Quentin sat on the edge of the bed, shook her head, "I haven’t slept well these days, so I have no energy. I think I’ll be fine if I catch up on sleep for a few days."
"Are you hungry? Should I order so food for you?"
She vomited everything she ate at noon, and hadn’t eaten anything in the evening because she was sleeping.
Rebecca Quentin nodded lightly, "Hungry."
Skyler Jones was quite delighted, "Alright, I’ll have soone bring you so food, sothing a bit light."
"Thank you." She really couldn’t handle anything greasy right now, only wanted to eat sothing light.
An hour later, looking at the several empty plates she had cleared, Rebecca Quentin felt quite embarrassed and awkwardly said, "Maybe because I threw up everything at noon and didn’t eat tonight... Normally, my appetite isn’t this astonishing."
Always lost in her every smile and frown, Skyler Jones sowhat dazzledly replied, "Becca, if only we could stay in this mont."
He watched her eat, then listened to her talk, always wishing this ti could last longer.
"Ha..." Knowing the aning behind his words, Rebecca Quentin chose to avoid it.
He had never forced her, never before and not in the future, so Skyler Jones changed the topic, "Get so more sleep, it’s still early before dawn."
"I sweated while sleeping just now, I want to take a shower."
Skyler Jones, naturally understanding the aning behind Rebecca Quentin’s words, stood up, nodded, "Alright, take a shower, then sleep for a bit more... I’m quite tired too, I’ll go back to my room, right next door to yours."
"Mm."
Skyler Jones said and then picked up his suit jacket, turned and left.
As Skyler Jones was about to step over the threshold, Rebecca Quentin suddenly asked, "Mr. Jones, I forgot to ask, how’s your talk with old Mrs. Geoffrey?"
Skyler Jones stopped at the door, indifferently said, "I need more ti."
"Give the elder a chance, a child loved by their mother is the happiest child in the world!"
Skyler Jones paused for a mont but ultimately didn’t respond, opened the door, and left.
No longer bound by bodyguards, Rebecca Quentin finally regained her freedom.
With enough sleep, she got up early!
The sun rose early today, she energetically pulled open the curtains, feeling the sunlight like fragnted gold falling on her body, instantly sensing that all the gloom had vanished.
However, this beautiful feeling didn’t last long as morning sickness tornted her once again.
Weakly returning from the restroom once more, the possible reality problems invaded her mind again...
Finally, she decided to go to the hospital.
Because it was still early, when she arrived at the hospital, the doctors had just started their shifts, so she waited quite a while in the waiting room before the nurse called her na.
A lady about the sa age as Mrs. Geoffrey, with a kindly face and a warm smile, examined her.
"Miss Quentin, congratulations, you’re five weeks pregnant..."
"Rember to co for prenatal checkups, early on you can co once a month, later maybe once a week, make sure your husband accompanies you..."
"Be careful not to consu anything with caffeine..."
The doctor’s words replayed repeatedly in Rebecca Quentin’s mind, and she wasn’t sure if it was her mood’s influence, even the sunlight did not seem as bright as before.
She thus wandered the streets, her isolated lonely figure stretched long by the hanging midday sun.
Walking among the crowded masses, her pale complexion, slender figure, felt like a candle in the wind, nearly falling.
Holding a hot piece of paper in her hand, her mind felt blank, ears echoing deafening noises, unable to comprehend the fact she couldn’t truly escape—it turned out she was pregnant...
How could she be pregnant?
Because of a small negligence, a small life was growing within her.
Howard Geoffrey’s image appeared in her mind, his elegant face showing disgust, his cold, emotionless tone, and the nights they spent together...
What should she do?
What should she decide?
Should she let this small life continue to exist in this world, or decisively cut it off?
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