"I love you, I love you... How many tis do you want to say it before you believe?" Howard Geoffrey held Rebecca Quentin’s tear-stained face tenderly.
Rebecca Quentin’s tearful eyes stared unblinkingly at Howard Geoffrey, her heart filled with self-reproach and moved by his endless tolerance at this mont, hoarsely whispering out, "I’m sorry... I’ll never doubt again..."
Howard Geoffrey embraced Rebecca Quentin tightly, "Fool..."
In the dead of night, a cigarette emitted a dazzling red glow on the dimly lit balcony.
"Geoffrey."
A steady male voice sounded.
The cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray, Howard Geoffrey glanced at the newcor.
It was Nelson Lewis.
"Why are you still up so late?"
Nelson Lewis sat down on the chair opposite Howard Geoffrey, noticing several extinguished cigarette stubs in the ashtray.
Howard Geoffrey asked, "Why aren’t you asleep either?"
Nelson Lewis had a smile on his lips, "Just finished chatting with Theresa Lewis, saw the light here while closing the window, knew it was you, so I brought over a bottle of wine."
Feeling the happiness in Nelson Lewis’s words, Howard Geoffrey also smiled lightly, "Seeing you so satisfied now reminds of when you and sister-in-law first started."
Nelson Lewis nodded on his own, "Yes, at first, I didn’t know why I misjudged her, and couldn’t genuinely grow fond of her."
"That’s because you always resisted comrcial marriage, so you never took your marriage with sister-in-law seriously; most importantly, you had soone you liked at the ti."
Nelson Lewis sighed softly, "Indeed, I owed her a lot during those years... But I’ve co to a happy ending with Theresa now. How about you? Have you and Becca reached your happy ending?" Saying this, Nelson Lewis poured wine into two glasses he brought.
Howard Geoffrey was silent for a few seconds.
Nelson Lewis handed the wine to Howard Geoffrey, asking, "Becca, she’s okay?"
Howard Geoffrey shook his head, picked up the wine, and took a sip.
Nelson Lewis slowly said, "Becca is a good girl."
Howard Geoffrey’s somber eyes looked towards the dark distance, "In the past, I hesitated too much, so I never gave her enough sense of security."
"Fate played a trick, the one you fell for is the daughter of your enemy."
Howard Geoffrey slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "I should thank Vivian Lindsey because, without her, I wouldn’t have t Becca."
Nelson Lewis clinked glasses with Howard Geoffrey, "I wish you a happy and fulfilling marriage."
"Thank you."
Nelson Lewis took a sip of wine, then placed the glass on the table, with a serious tone, "Smoking here alone, troubled?"
Howard Geoffrey shook his head.
"We’ve been brothers for so many years; maybe others can’t see your emotional change today, but it’s clear to ."
Howard Geoffrey lightly smiled, "It’s not anything crucial, just the plan resulted in the worst outco I anticipated."
Nelson Lewis half-closed his eyes, "Really bad?"
"A bit regretful."
"Is it truly what you feared before, Chester Robinson found out?"
Howard Geoffrey lightly nodded, "He helped Becca after the surgery but didn’t act imdiately, then I knew things were going in a bad direction."
Nelson Lewis surprised, "You an Chester didn’t help Becca...?"
"It was my failure to protect her that led to this regret, ultimately unable to redy."
"Fortunately, you’re thorough in thinking things through, you considered this possibility early on, otherwise you’d really have to worry about Chester."
Howard Geoffrey snorted with a laugh.
Nelson Lewis’s rare darkened eyes shot out a cold gleam, "Seems like he wants to play a life-or-death ga with you."
At that mont, Howard Geoffrey stood up, still holding that deep dangerous smile, continuing forward.
Nelson Lewis didn’t worry for Howard Geoffrey, but felt a little regretful for Howard Geoffrey and Rebecca Quentin.
Howard Geoffrey suddenly stopped his steps to leave, saying, "I don’t want Becca to know about this."
Nelson Lewis nodded, "I understand."
"Latest report, the inheritance case of the French Robinson family consortium remains in a heated state, recent news suggests that George Robinson, serving as the chairman of international business, together with his sister Annie Robinson, are very likely to defeat the sole heir with questioned background, Chester Robinson, to beco the ultimate inheritors of the Robinson consortium..."
Early morning, the TV was broadcasting this news.
Christine Quinn sighed holding the remote, "I knew this would be the result... Chester is a doctor, not accustod to the deceit and scheming common in family and business, how could he possibly co out on top in this inheritance case!"
Isabella Joanna, holding Ivy Scott on the side, asked, "Christine, why are you concerned about this matter?"
Christine Quinn said, "These matters don’t concern , just that Chester and Becca are friends, although I don’t wish to see Alice’s side win, I also don’t want to see Chester lose."
Isabella Joanna gossiped, "Chester is indeed quite good... handso, elegant, and possessing such a noble profession as a doctor, he’s a charming young talent full of allure, but when he t Becca, Becca had already encountered an unparalleled male god..."
"I think everyone has soone destined for them in their life, so even if Becca had t Chester first, she might not have fallen for him, because Becca was always waiting for Howard Geoffrey."
"Listening to you, it makes sense. Like and Roger, I’ve modeled for so many years, t many wealthy and influential figures, but never felt moved, yet when I t Roger, I couldn’t control my feelings."
"That’s the thrill of liking soone... Often, falling for soone only takes a glance."
"Christine, you’re so philosophical, how about your feelings for Mr. Jones..." Isabella Joanna tilted her head, gossiping to Christine Quinn.
"I feel nothing for him."
Christine Quinn coldly spat out the sentence, shutting off the TV with the remote.
Isabella Joanna smirked mischievously, "Christine, every ti you ntion Mr. Jones, you show a face of indifference, that exactly suggests..."
Isabella Joanna’s words were interrupted by Christine Quinn, "By the way, where’s Becca?"
Christine Quinn directly ended the previous topic.
Isabella Joanna didn’t dare tease Christine Quinn, tactfully cooperating with Christine to change the topic, "Upstairs on the second floor!"
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