"Have you looked enough?"
"Ah!" Rebecca Quentin jumped in surprise, her face imdiately flushing red, "Are you done?"
Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin’s cheek, his voice husky, "With you here, everything goes even smoother."
Rebecca Quentin hugged Howard Geoffrey back, speaking sweetly, "I find your words more and more pleasing."
"But you only know how to make angry."
"I make you angry?" Rebecca Quentin was astonished, "When did I make you angry?"
"During lunch."
"Did I?" Rebecca Quentin furrowed her brow, "We were discussing my sister and Mr. Jones during lunch..."
Howard Geoffrey lightly bit Rebecca Quentin’s neck in a mock-threatening manner, "Think carefully."
Rebecca Quentin thought seriously for a while, "No, after discussing Mr. Jones’ injury with my sister at noon, Marie begged my sister to return to Y City, then my sister went out to buy tickets with Marie..."
Howard Geoffrey suddenly bit Rebecca Quentin harder.
"Ouch..." Rebecca Quentin cried out, trying to push Howard Geoffrey away, "Hey, where did I make you angry!"
Howard Geoffrey spoke with displeasure, "Who allowed you to care so much about my brother."
"I..." Rebecca Quentin finally realized, "That was just friendly concern!!" No wonder he had a cold face when she asked him.
Howard Geoffrey domineeringly declared, "From now on, you’re not allowed to show that kind of concern for him!"
"Hey, you’re really petty..."
"You should get used to it."
"Then can I ask you, was Mr. Jones really injured, or did you deliberately provoke my sister?"
"What do you think?"
"You’re truly scheming... But your idea was great, or else my sister definitely wouldn’t be willing to go back to Y City. You should co up with more ideas to get my sister together with Mr. Jones!" Rebecca Quentin leaned into Howard Geoffrey’s embrace, tugging at his shirt collar, pleading.
"I can help your sister, but we register tomorrow." He proposed an exchange. He couldn’t wait any longer; he wanted her to have no chance to escape him.
"No way!" She refused to casually marry him again. He still had many things he hadn’t said to her.
"Then don’t think about your sister being with my brother." Howard Geoffrey held Rebecca Quentin’s small hand and kissed the back of her hand.
"Hey, hey... How can you be so despicable, using my sister’s situation to threaten ?"
"Whether you agree or not is up to you."
Rebecca Quentin looked at Howard Geoffrey with grievance, "You want to marry you again this way?"
"Didn’t I express all my sincerity to you?"
"It’s not enough. The things you said to before weren’t when you truly wanted to be with . I’ve deleted all those words from my mind, so you need to say them again now."
Marrying him was inevitable, but let’s see if she can hear sothing she wants to hear from him.
"What do you want to say?"
"Say the words won love to hear most." Rebecca Quentin hinted playfully.
"For example?" Howard Geoffrey raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand.
Rebecca Quentin, impatient, directly said, "For example – I love you!"
"Thank you." Howard Geoffrey smiled and accepted Rebecca Quentin’s confession.
"Hey..." Rebecca Quentin poked Howard Geoffrey’s chest, "I’m asking you to say it, not saying it to you."
"It’s the sa."
"How is it the sa?" Rebecca Quentin glared at Howard Geoffrey, "You’re just taking advantage of ."
"Is that so?" Howard Geoffrey slowly pushed Rebecca Quentin’s body onto the sofa, entwining their bodies together, "I love you..." he gently whispered in her ear.
"I do too."
She was so happy, she was finally with him...
A week later.
"Miss Quinn, Mr. Jones is back."
Christine Quinn was accompanying Marilyn Quinn planting flowers in the garden when a servant suddenly spoke.
"Ah, Daddy is back?" Marilyn Quinn, excited, dropped the flower shovel and stood up imdiately.
Christine Quinn turned her face just in ti to see Skyler Jones walking towards the garden...
Marilyn Quinn had already run to Skyler Jones and soon was picked up by him.
Christine Quinn stood up as well, her confused gaze falling on Skyler Jones’s strong arms. Um, wasn’t he injured?
"Daddy, why did you co back so late? Mommy and I have been waiting for you for many days..." Marilyn Quinn was playful with Skyler Jones.
Skyler Jones kissed Marilyn Quinn and replied gently, "Daddy was busy working in France!"
"Then, Daddy, is your hand healed?" Marilyn Quinn imdiately looked down at her father’s sturdy arm.
"Hand?" Skyler Jones was puzzled.
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