"Howard Geoffrey, you have no right to change the child’s birth certificate. The custody is mine..."
Howard Geoffrey interrupted her, sounding indifferent, "If you want to discuss it with , co out and open the door."
Ah, open the door?
Becca stared blankly at the door; their call had already been hung up.
A minute later, Becca took the buzzer and stepped out of the room.
Just as she opened the door, she saw him leisurely leaning against the car from afar, arms crossed, with that expensive tourbillon watch on his wrist shining brightly in the sun.
Bastard, he actually lied to her, saying he returned to New York!!
Becca walked down the steps, heading towards him.
When she was about three ters away, she halted, looked at him coldly, and questioned, "Why did you change the na on the child’s birth certificate?"
Howard Geoffrey’s dark eyes flashed with wicked gleam, his lips curled into a barely noticeable arc, "You’re so far, I can’t hear you."
He clearly heard her perfectly well!!
Becca stepped a ter closer, "Is this fine?"
Howard Geoffrey seed displeased, "Do I have a contagious plague on ?"
Feeling helpless, Becca took another step forward, leaving less than a ter between them. "Satisfied now?"
No one expected that at this mont, Howard Geoffrey stretched out his long arm, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
Suddenly being held in his arms, Becca was startled and instinctively struggled, "Let go of , you lunatic!!"
Howard Geoffrey tightened his arm, holding her closely from behind, his hot breath brushing her quickly blushing cheek, his low voice murmuring in her ear, "Do you dislike that much?"
"I’ll call for help."
"Go ahead."
"Pervert, pervert..."
Becca indeed called out loudly.
Before any of the neighbors could co out due to Becca’s shouting, Howard Geoffrey reluctantly released her, his gaze coldly fixed on her as she quickly distanced herself from him, speaking icily, "Trying to discuss with , it seems you have no sincerity whatsoever."
Becca said angrily, "We signed an agreent. You have no right to interfere with what I na the child."
"When did I ever say the child could have the Quentin surna?"
eting Howard Geoffrey’s cold gaze, Becca suddenly realized.
Of course, how could he allow the child to have the Quentin surna? She knew better than anyone how much he hated the Quentin family.
Even if she could understand his thoughts, she had no choice.
"He’s my son; he can only be nad Geoffrey," Howard Geoffrey added.
"Howard Geoffrey, you keep appearing in front of ti and again. What is it you truly want? I thought the issues concerning the child were already clarified when we signed the agreent, yet why are you still fixated on the child’s surna? Isn’t it your most satisfying result that he’s not nad Geoffrey?" Even though her face showed calmness, Becca’s nose tip still felt a slight sting.
She doesn’t understand why, up till today, he keeps coming to trouble her. If he truly cared about this child, he wouldn’t have signed such an agreent with her, much less miss the mont of the child’s birth.
Although there was no point in complaining, over the past month every rembrance of her childbirth, when she forcibly suppressed her strong desire for him to be by her side, still causes her heart to ache.
While she went through a difficult labor, he was glowing with pride at a wedding...
Oh, what an ironic ending...
"Becca, can we have so ti to sit down and talk about us?" Hearing the faint choke at her words, Howard Geoffrey softened his tone and spoke gently.
"No..." Becca lowered her misty eyes and shook her head forcefully, "Howard Geoffrey, I beg you, let go... Even if the Quentin family owed the Geoffsrey family, it’s all paid off now. You’re worried I’ll use the child to threaten you in the future, but I’ve signed the agreent with you. I’ve done everything; what else are you unhappy with?"
Howard Geoffrey approached her, "Do you think I’m looking for revenge?"
Seeing him close with his tall fra, Becca backed away in a daze, suppressing the tears forming at the edge of her eyes, looking at the once infatuating handso face, she slowly said, "If it’s not revenge, then what? Don’t tell it’s affection, I’d only find it disgusting!!"
"Are my words worth nothing in your heart?" Her words wounded him as well.
"No, I’ve always valued your words very highly, just like when you said ’I love you,’ acting with genuine emotion; I took it seriously..." She admitted she was being sarcastic to him.
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