The butler paused for a mont before nodding. "Yes."
As she handed the white shirt to the butler, she realized her old habit now felt sowhat awkward. She quickly changed the subject. "Uh, has he been resting here these past few days?"
"Yes."
Hearing the butler’s reply, Rebecca Quentin fell silent.
In the past, whenever he was ho, he always wanted her to accompany him, but now they were about to beco two unrelated people...
Her thoughts drifted for a long ti. By the ti she ca back to herself, the butler had already gone downstairs. She suddenly seed to rember sothing she was reluctant to leave behind and pulled open the bedside drawer.
After removing the leftover condoms and a few financial magazines he often read before bed from the drawer, she took out the jewelry box buried at the very bottom.
The diamond necklace inside the jewelry box still sparkled with its charming brilliance. She gently touched the pink diamond on it and couldn’t help but get lost in mories.
She still rembered the night he bought this necklace for her, in this very room—
He hugged her from behind and asked softly, "Do you like it very much?"
She replied, trying to sound dismissive, "I was just making a casual remark. I didn’t expect you to actually buy it. You certainly have a lot of money."
He kissed her cheek and said indulgently, "My money is for you to spend."
She rembered that because of what he’d said, she hadn’t slept all night... and she couldn’t deny the faint stirring of joy in her heart.
There were so many mories like this. Recalling them now, she realized just how deeply the monts they had shared over the past two years had embedded themselves in her heart.
Actually, looking back, her life had been quite smooth. Even though she was forced into marriage, the man she married was admired by won worldwide... All things considered, she had no real regrets.
Pushing aside these thoughts, Rebecca Quentin got up and went to the wardrobe.
Only Howard Geoffrey’s clothes remained in the large wardrobe. Seeing the maid had arranged them haphazardly, she habitually reached out and organized them according to his usual preference, from light to dark colors.
She stayed at the Geoffrey residence for a full two hours. When she left, she didn’t take much with her. However, as she stepped out of the Geoffrey ho, she turned and gazed for a long ti at the villa where she had lived for two years.
On the drive back, she received a call from Aunt Clare.
"Miss, I’ve already bought the plane tickets, but they’re for tomorrow night. Do you think it’s too rushed?"
Gazing at the scenery outside the window, Rebecca Quentin answered without hesitation, "No, tomorrow night will be fine!"
"Alright, I’ll book the tickets now."
「XX Private Hospital.」
Howard Geoffrey, having just co in, quietly approached the bedside. The woman on the bed, just as on previous days, lay flat with her hands folded, her breathing even. She was clearly fast asleep.
He gazed with concern at her slightly pale face, then slowly reached out to gently caress her exquisite cheek.
"Christine..." he gently brushed aside the strands of hair by her cheek and called her na softly.
"Mmm," Christine Quinn responded, but didn’t wake up.
No one could have imagined that the surgery, with only a twenty percent chance of success, would go so smoothly...
The doctor had said she was no longer in life-threatening danger. If her body showed no signs of rejection within the next year, she would make a full recovery.
After gazing at the sleeping Christine Quinn once more, he turned to leave. At that mont, a pair of gentle, delicate hands wrapped firmly around his waist.
Howard Geoffrey stiffened.
Christine Quinn pressed her face against his back, her soft, pleasant voice murmuring, "Why are you leaving already?"
Howard Geoffrey turned, cupping Christine Quinn’s delicate face. His voice was filled with boundless affection as he said, "Naughty girl, daring to feign sleep in front of ?"
Christine Quinn leaned her head into Howard Geoffrey’s embrace and said coquettishly, "I just wanted to see if your eyes show the sa concern for when I’m asleep."
Howard Geoffrey hugged the woman in his arms tighter. "Silly girl..."
Christine Quinn closed her eyes, her face suffused with happiness, silently embracing him.
Howard Geoffrey didn’t speak, rely gazing at her, his eyes full of love and tenderness.
Suddenly, as if rembering sothing, Christine Quinn looked up at Howard Geoffrey, her tone laced with worry. "Howard, your mom called today. She said Marie’s condition isn’t good. Her asthma is getting worse, and she’s being taken to the hospital more and more often. I’m really worried... I’m so afraid she’ll end up like I am now when she grows up."
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