"What makes you think that?"
Rebecca Quentin slowly lowered her gaze, sighing with sorrow, "You can let go of the previous generation’s grievances for , but I can’t do that for you... Both of us were born into darkness, and you should be with a girl who can bring you sunshine, like Alice Robinson, while I should find a man who can illuminate my gloomy life. Obviously, neither of us can brighten each other’s lives."
Howard Geoffrey’s face darkened, a desolation flashed across his dark pupils, "So, you just threw away the crystal ball I gave you?"
Rebecca Quentin suddenly raised her eyes. He knew?
"You left the hotel with Chester Robinson, laughing and chatting. Can you really let it go?"
"I..."
Howard Geoffrey suddenly grasped Becca’s shoulders, his gaze piercing hers, leaving her no escape, "Answer !!"
Rebecca Quentin’s voice finally revealed a hint of choking, and tears shimred in her eyes as she looked at him, "Because I saw you with Alice Robinson. I knew the crystal ball I had lost its aning, and every day I looked at it, I was afraid it would remind of you..."
"You fool!!"
Howard Geoffrey pulled Rebecca Quentin into his embrace, his chin resting on her soft hair, his breath heavy with a sigh.
At that mont, tears flowed from Becca’s eyes...
Rebecca Quentin cried in his arms like a child.
Howard Geoffrey gently released Rebecca Quentin, kissing her tear-streaked eyelashes, murmuring hoarsely, "Didn’t I tell you not to cry in front of ?"
Rebecca Quentin’s tears flowed even more uncontrollably, "I can’t control it..."
"Then do you want to be with ?"
Rebecca Quentin’s blurred vision focused on him, nodding vigorously, and pitifully asked, "But will you still have ?"
Howard Geoffrey’s handso face revealed a smile of triumph, "Can I say no?"
Rebecca Quentin’s hopeful expression suddenly turned pale.
Howard Geoffrey added with a slow drawl, "Unfortunately, I’ve already been ensnared by you and can’t escape."
Rebecca Quentin’s downcast expression instantly revived, sulking as she punched Geoffrey’s firm chest, "You’re too much, bullying even now..."
At that mont, Howard Geoffrey lowered his head, his warm lips covering hers once more.
In the dimly lit bathroom, she stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck, responding to his demands.
The entwined kiss felt like a thirst, each seeking more from the other...
Slowly, simply tasting the sweetness of her mouth was no longer enough to satisfy his growing desire. He abruptly pressed her against the white wall behind her, burying deeply into her neck...
Rebecca Quentin held onto Howard Geoffrey, letting him ignite the sparks of desire in her body.
His scent enveloped her, the sll she longed for during over two hundred days and nights of solitude...
Her clothing slipped off her shoulders, his scorching breath tracing down from her neck, kissing her alluring collarbone...
Her mind was already a blur, holding him tightly, sharing in the sa craving for more...
However, a cruel reality suddenly flashed through her mind at this critical mont; her body trembled, and instinctively she pushed him away...
"Don’t..."
Howard Geoffrey, as if possessed, when she resisted, unrelentingly scooped her up in his arms, lowering his head to plant a kiss on her cherry-red lips, "I want you."
"Wait..."
Rebecca Quentin vigorously pushed at Howard Geoffrey’s hands, eager to place her back on the sink.
"I don’t have ti to wait..."
"But Geoffrey..."
Turning to lock the bathroom door, Howard Geoffrey swiftly caught Rebecca Quentin as she attempted to jump down from the sink.
Placing her back on the sink, he pacifyingly kissed her lips, "Don’t be afraid... Lisa Cecily is sensible; no one will co here."
"It’s not that..."
Rebecca Quentin’s hands pushed against Geoffrey’s encroaching body, "There’s sothing we haven’t cleared up between us."
Howard Geoffrey held himself back from exploding with desire, gently cradling her lovely face, "You better finish in a minute."
Rebecca Quentin blinked her innocent eyes at Howard Geoffrey, "Were you with Alice Robinson to spite ?"
"Not purely."
"What does ’not purely’ an? Do you really like her?"
"There’s another reason, but it’s not that I like her."
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