Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO Chapter 630 - 329: If You’re Happy, I’m Happy (Part 1)

As the sky gradually darkened,

on the other side of the coast, the lighthouse had already lit up its sweeping beam...

Rebecca Quentin stared at the now cold and desolate scene before her.

A row of arches made of white royal roses swayed precariously on the beach due to the intensified night sea wind, with a few roses occasionally falling from the arch...

Not far away, Mrs. Geoffrey sat on a chair, her hand resting on her forehead, while Nelson Lewis and others were talking to her.

Mrs. Geoffrey felt exhausted, having just seen off the wedding guests; she hadn’t had a sip of water all afternoon.

Rebecca Quentin glanced around; the lights set up for the wedding venue had already been turned on.

It was said that the wedding banquet was originally planned to be held on the beach, but now, aside from the lights, the beach was empty and lonely.

She stared at the flickering lights, her heart rising and sinking along with them.

Mrs. Geoffrey was supported by her sister as she ca over to her side, perhaps fearing gossip, Mrs. Geoffrey did not let others co along.

"Becca..."

Mrs. Geoffrey’s voice was full of remorse.

She stood up, only then realizing her body was shaky, but she straightened up, striving to maintain an elegant stance, "Hmm?"

"I’m sorry..."

With her gloved hand, she supported Mrs. Geoffrey, knowing the elderly woman was most concerned about her feelings at this mont, she forced herself to put on a relaxed smile, "I’m fine... Is everything handled at the venue? If so, let’s go ho!"

Mrs. Geoffrey spat angrily, "Howard Geoffrey cos back, I must make him give you an explanation."

She maintained a graceful smile, "Alright, we’ll talk when he returns."

Yes, Nelson Lewis just called Howard Geoffrey, but Howard only uttered one sentence — wait until he cos back, then he ended the call; when Nelson tried again, Howard Geoffrey’s phone was unanswered.

Everyone saw that as Rebecca Quentin said these words, tears were swirling in her eyes, but she kept them wide open, refusing to let the tears fall.

Finally, Rebecca Quentin, wearing her wedding dress, sat in the car heading back to Jones’ Mansion.

In her arms lay the sleeping Andrew, Christine Quinn and Isabella Joanna sat by her side.

"I’m alright, you all don’t need to look at like that..."

Unable to bear the concerned gazes from Christine Quinn and Isabella Joanna, Rebecca Quentin managed a faint smile and said.

Christine Quinn said, "Becca, if you’re feeling upset, just shout it out!"

Isabella Joanna echoed, "I agree."

Rebecca Quentin looked down at Andrew in her arms, calmly said, "Andrew just fell asleep, I don’t want to wake him."

Isabella Joanna gritted her teeth and said, "I think Mr. Geoffrey has really gone too far this ti... What important matter could justify leaving such a big event like the wedding?"

Christine Quinn exclaid, "He better not think my sister will still marry him!!"

Rebecca Quentin remained silent, without a word.

Back ho, facing everyone’s worried expressions, Rebecca Quentin instead comforted them, "Everyone is tired today, go rest... I’m fine, there’s no need to worry about ."

Mrs. Geoffrey ca before Rebecca Quentin, speaking gently and lovingly, "Dear child, you’re tired too, go rest soon!"

"Goodnight, Aunt."

"Hmm, goodnight."

Rebecca Quentin imdiately turned around and headed towards the second floor.

Two servants held her wedding dress train, accompanying her upstairs.

Christine Quinn said to Mrs. Geoffrey, "I’ll carry Andrew to his room to sleep."

Mrs. Geoffrey nodded.

As everyone gradually dispersed, Mrs. Geoffrey kept Nelson Lewis and Roger Leonard behind.

For the first ti, Mrs. Geoffrey showed an angry expression, questioning the two, "What did Howard Geoffrey do today?"

Roger Leonard hurriedly supported Mrs. Geoffrey, grinning as he coaxed, "Aunt, don’t get angry, you’ll harm your health..."

Roger Leonard, who usually managed to calm Mrs. Geoffrey easily, this ti couldn’t soothe her, receiving only a, "Don’t play cute with ."

Roger Leonard could only sulkily support Mrs. Geoffrey to sit down on the sofa in the living room, quietly sighed, "Aunt, to tell you the truth, even my brother and I don’t know where Dora went today... But I believe Dora must have sothing urgent to attend to, he would never leave Becca behind."

Mrs. Geoffrey astutely looked at the always inscrutable Nelson Lewis, coldly inquiring, "Nelson, you don’t know either?"