Rebecca Quentin, unable to bend down to hug the child due to her wedding dress, could only suppress her emotions of the mont, rub the child’s little head, and choke out, "Good boy..."
Christine Quinn picked up Andrew, reminding him, "Little one, don’t you have a little secret to tell your mommy?"
Andrew imdiately whispered into Rebecca Quentin’s ear. Although he childishly covered Rebecca Quentin’s ear with his hand, his voice was loud enough for Christine Quinn to hear, "When you weren’t around, Daddy always told ... he said he really wished Mommy was by his side, even though he only said it when I was asleep."
Rebecca Quentin let out a chuckle.
After Christine Quinn handed Andrew back to Aunt Clare, she saw Rebecca Quentin searching among the guests for a particular figure.
Christine Quinn glanced around, imdiately noticing that strikingly handso presence, and laughed, "He’s so noticeable, do you even need to look? Look, over there, he’s on the phone..."
Christine Quinn pointed with her hand.
Rebecca Quentin instinctively looked in the direction Christine Quinn was pointing and instantly spotted that graceful figure.
Of course, he was noticeable; wherever he was, it seed like there was always a light shining on him, always dazzling.
He was on the phone at that mont, and because she was too far away, she couldn’t make out the expression on his handso face.
However, not being able to see his expression wasn’t important... What was important was that the person she was looking for right now wasn’t him.
Rebecca Quentin withdrew her gaze from that person and said seriously to Christine Quinn, "I’m not looking for him."
Christine Quinn was instantly puzzled, "You can see everyone, who else are you looking for?"
Rebecca Quentin calmly looked at Christine Quinn.
Christine Quinn was at a loss.
Rebecca Quentin slightly furrowed her brows, "You really don’t know who I’m looking for right now?"
With Rebecca Quentin’s reminder, Christine Quinn suddenly realized, shrugged indifferently, "I told you, he won’t co."
"No, he will co, he will definitely co."
Christine Quinn chuckled, "You have to believe , I knew him since I was seventeen, I know what kind of person he is better than anyone. Today, he definitely won’t show up."
Rebecca Quentin said earnestly, "I believe in fate... you said, as long as he cos to attend my and Howard Geoffrey’s wedding, you would consider being with him, so I believe he will definitely show up."
Christine Quinn sighed lightly, "My silly sister, fate cos in two forms, and one of them is called ill-fate... He and I, we’re ill-fated in this life."
"I don’t care, anyway, you said as long as Mr. Jones cos voluntarily, you won’t refuse to be with Mr. Jones."
Christine Quinn crossed her arms, completely confident of her victory, tilted her head and said, "Alright, if he shows up, I’ll agree to anything you say."
"That’s what you said."
"But... I also have a request."
"Okay."
"If Skyler Jones doesn’t show up today, you must not ntion Skyler Jones in front of again, nor ntion being with Skyler Jones," Christine Quinn’s voice turned serious.
Rebecca Quentin also nodded seriously, "Okay," if Mr. Jones doesn’t co today, she probably wouldn’t need to matchmake her sister and Mr. Jones together in the future anymore.
Rebecca Quentin and Christine Quinn chatted about so other cheerful topics until Isabella Joanna ca to her side unexpectedly.
"Becca!!"
"Hmm?"
"Have you seen Mr. Geoffrey?"
When Rebecca Quentin’s eyes, filled with smiles, saw Isabella Joanna’s slightly anxious face, she paused for a mont, the smile faded, and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"It’s nothing really, just that Mrs. Geoffrey wants to discuss with Mr. Geoffrey whether to arrange a dia interview, because the reporters from the dia we invited are clamoring for an interview..."
Christine Quinn looked around, not seeing Howard Geoffrey, and wondered, "Becca and I just saw Howard Geoffrey earlier!"
Rebecca Quentin furrowed her delicate brows, "Yes, where did he go?"
Isabella Joanna said, "I asked around, and they said Mr. Geoffrey received a phone call and left. They thought Mr. Geoffrey went to arrange sothing, so they didn’t inquire further... But now Mrs. Geoffrey wants to find Mr. Geoffrey, and he’s nowhere to be found."
Rebecca Quentin asked, "Did you call him?"
Isabella Joanna replied, "I did, but Mr. Geoffrey’s phone is not answered."
"What about Jason Wood?"
"Jason Wood left with Mr. Geoffrey, and his phone is also unreachable."
Rebecca Quentin took a step back in a daze, "How could this be?"
Isabella Joanna wanted to say sothing more, but Christine Quinn gave her a look and took over the conversation, "I think Howard Geoffrey is dealing with sothing... maybe he’s even setting up a surprise for you, don’t worry, he’s always been prudent in his actions."
Rebecca Quentin quickly told Isabella Joanna, "Did you ask Mr. Lewis and General Leonard to contact him? They should know Howard Geoffrey’s whereabouts."
Isabella Joanna’s eyes lit up, and she imdiately said, "Not yet, I’ll go ask them now."
Rebecca Quentin nodded.
After Isabella Joanna left, Christine Quinn supported Rebecca Quentin, laughing and saying, "Isabella always makes a fuss over nothing... let’s not wait here, there’s a special seat for the bride over there, I’ll accompany you to sit."
"Okay."
The sea breeze lifted Rebecca Quentin’s white veil, and the bouquet lay lonely on the sand at her feet.
The sky was still blue, the sea just as clear, and the sea breeze gently blew over Rebecca Quentin, bringing a slight chill...
In Rebecca Quentin’s sight was still the beautiful and romantic wedding scene, but inexplicably, it lost the happiness it originally had.
Christine Quinn appeared beside Rebecca Quentin at so point, draping a silk shawl over Rebecca Quentin’s exposed shoulders, "The sea breeze is stronger here, let’s sit over there!"
Rebecca Quentin’s vacant gaze suddenly brightened, hopefully asking, "Did you find him?"
Christine Quinn hesitated for a few seconds before finally saying, "Mr. Lewis and General Leonard have gone to look for him."
In an instant, Rebecca Quentin’s eyes returned to being dim.
Christine Quinn sat down beside Rebecca Quentin, gently comforting her, "Don’t worry, Mrs. Geoffrey has already delayed the wedding ceremony, and it’s still possible to hold the ceremony after we find him."
Rebecca Quentin suddenly raised her slightly pale face and said with a light smile, "I’m not worried... he must have sothing to do, I’ll wait for him."
Christine Quinn nodded lightly, but her eyes were filled with worry.
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