"You don’t want them to worry, do you!" If it weren’t for staying with Mrs. Geoffrey for two nights, she wouldn’t know about Mrs. Geoffrey’s recurring back pain.
Mrs. Geoffrey sighed with a smile, "Yes, it started when I gave birth to Oversky... Howard works so hard, I don’t want him to worry about ."
"Auntie, you need to take care of yourself."
"Of course, I can’t let my health fail, I still want to sip tea with my granddaughter-in-law..."
Rebecca Quentin smiled serenely, her mind sketching that beautiful picture.
Mrs. Geoffrey grasped Rebecca Quentin’s hand and gently patted it, "It’s so rare for you to co to New York, would you stay for a couple of days?"
Rebecca Quentin showed a troubled face, "I’m sorry, Auntie. I would love to spend more ti with Andrew, but I’m here on a business trip with my manager, and I only have ti to co today..."
Mrs. Geoffrey’s face imdiately showed disappointnt, "I hoped to have you stay a few more days here!"
"Next ti, Auntie, when my work lightens up, I’ll take leave to co again."
Mrs. Geoffrey sighed, "Then it has to be this way..."
"Mm."
A black Bentley was parked by the roadside.
The light reflecting off the windshield projected the handso face of the man inside.
The man’s expression was stern, the eyes hidden beneath sunglasses deep and unfathomable, yet filled with unspeakable suppressed emotions.
Images from a mont ago flashed through his mind...
The taxi passing close to his car, and inadvertently, her exquisite and delicate face entered his view...
She was sitting in the taxi, her beautiful profile visible through the transparent window.
She was looking down, seemingly searching for sothing in her bag, with her hair tucked behind her ear, sunlight gleaming on the delicate earrings studded at her earlobes.
Just like that, they passed by each other, leaving him deeply uncomfortable.
He indeed shouldn’t appear in front of her, after all, for her now, not seeing him makes her feel better.
But, his heart sotis defies rational control.
Clearly close to her, yet enduring the pain of being worlds apart, he couldn’t bear it.
A fist forcefully hit the steering wheel...
Counting, the man started the engine, turned the car around, and drove back the way he ca.
The car quickly drove back to the villa.
The servant saw his car in surprise but dared not show any negligence, hastily opened the door, "Mr. Geoffrey."
He swiftly got out of the car, threw the keys into the servant’s hand, and walked straight toward the villa.
"Mr... Geoffrey."
The servant caught up with his steps, lowering their head in front of him.
He halted his steps, coldly glancing at the servant.
The servant stuttered, "Miss Quentin is already here..."
The servant had received old Mrs. Geoffrey’s instructions last night, not allowing him to stay in the house today.
Until this second, his cold and proud figure froze in place.
Yes, she is here, and he cannot go to see her...
The plan is going smoothly, their future hinges on his current endurance...
What he wants is her carefree life in the future, wants to walk leisurely on Foam Island’s beach with her...
The wrinkles gradually loosened, his expression returned from iron blue to indifferent and aloof, he coldly asked, "Where is she?"
The servant respectfully replied, "Little Andrew just woke up, old Mrs. Geoffrey and Miss Quentin took him to play in the garden."
"Garden?"
From afar, the scene of her playing with the child appeared in his view.
The servant standing by saw him and quickly called out, "Geoffrey..."
The servant’s words "Mr." were cut off by his hand wave.
The servant silently retreated.
In the sunlight, her beautiful face wore a radiant smile, at this mont softly speaking to Andrew...
Andrew seed already very close to her, his young face showing a wise and well-behaved smile.
After speaking, she placed Andrew on the lawn, then squatted down a short distance from the child, opening her arms.
She was training the child to walk steadily...
Andrew rushed into her embrace with unsteady steps, delighted, she lifted him up, both jumping and kissing.
He was involuntarily infected by her childishness at this mont, his lips slightly curled up.
Rebecca Quentin sensed soone watching her, she glanced in the direction of the feeling but saw nothing.
Mrs. Geoffrey walked beside her, lovingly wiping away the sweat on Andrew’s forehead, "The little guy is very happy today, played until he was sweaty."
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