Nelson Lewis answered honestly, "I really don’t know, but I agree with what Roger said. Howard definitely has sothing specific to handle."
Mrs. Geoffrey retorted angrily, "It seems he doesn’t want to be with Becca anymore!!"
"No way, Aunt, Geoffrey cares about Becca so much, how could he not want to be with her?"
Mrs. Geoffrey sighed heavily, "I’m saying Becca might not forgive him!"
"This..." Roger Leonard suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Mrs. Geoffrey expressed guilt, "Becca didn’t say anything today, but she must be feeling really hurt... such a lively wedding suddenly turned cold, and the guests were all pointing fingers at her."
Nelson Lewis said, "Luckily, we didn’t invite any dia today; just a word will make them shut up."
"Yes, Aunt, sealing off today’s events will be up to and Geoffrey. Don’t get yourself upset; let help you upstairs to rest, and I’ll have dinner brought up for you later."
"Alright, getting angry here won’t help. We’ll talk when Howard cos back tomorrow."
Roger Leonard hurried to help Mrs. Geoffrey stand up.
As they headed upstairs, Mrs. Geoffrey instructed Roger Leonard, "Later, have Becca co down for sothing to eat. She hasn’t had anything all day."
"Okay."
Back in the room, closing the door, Rebecca Quentin carried the train of her wedding dress and walked to the full-length mirror.
She stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror, looking at the white gown, silent tears unknowingly fell.
However, she didn’t allow herself to sob audibly, and resiliently wiped away the tears flowing constantly from the corners of her eyes, using steady breathing to suppress the aching pain in her heart.
Suddenly, before the mirror, she stripped off the white wedding gown that symbolized happiness, letting it lie quietly and lonely on the floor.
Entering the bathroom shower, she turned on the faucet, letting the cold water pour onto her.
Scenes of her and Howard from their eting to now played repeatedly in her mind, her eyes ached, unable to distinguish whether it was tears or water rolling down the corners of her eyes...
After showering, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom.
Her hair was wet, now slightly ssy on her shoulders.
Droplets of water slid down her face, a salty taste entered her palate, and she suddenly covered her mouth, unable to suppress the sobbing anymore.
After a long while, amidst continuous sniffles, she picked up her phone and dialed Howard’s number.
With trembling hands, she placed the phone to her ear, the call went through, yet he never picked up.
Rebecca Quentin suddenly threw the phone towards the wall.
With a "bang," the phone instantly shattered into several pieces.
Rebecca Quentin inserted her hands into her ssy hair, using all her strength to bite her lip tightly.
Knock, knock.
A knock on the door was heard, outside was Christine Quinn’s voice, "Becca..."
Rebecca Quentin hurriedly wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes, replying, "I’m here."
Christine Quinn asked, "Have you finished showering? Co down for dinner."
"Okay, I’ll dry my hair then co down."
"Can you open the door?" Christine Quinn was still worried.
Rebecca Quentin walked to the door and opened it.
Seeing Rebecca Quentin with slightly red eyes, Christine Quinn felt relieved instead, saying with a smile, "Marie is sleeping with Aunt Clare tonight, you can sleep with tonight."
Rebecca Quentin nodded, "Alright."
"Go dry your hair, I’ll wait for you to co down for dinner."
"Okay."
The dim garden lights cast through the curtains into the room, filling it with silence.
Christine Quinn gazed at the ceiling, asking, "Becca, are you asleep?"
"No."
Also staring at the ceiling, Rebecca Quentin’s eyes appeared sowhat vacant.
Christine Quinn turned sideways, looking at Rebecca Quentin’s delicate features under the dim light and said softly, "Now it’s just us sisters... whatever you’re thinking, tell it to ."
Rebecca Quentin also turned, facing Christine Quinn.
Christine Quinn continued, "I’m different from you, my personality is quick, not used to being wronged, so I can’t stand seeing people around suffer... Howard leaving you alone at the wedding today was extrely excessive. If it weren’t for Mrs. Geoffrey’s feelings, I wouldn’t have allowed you back at Geoffrey, unless Howard ca to you himself, and apologized!"
Rebecca Quentin smiled faintly, her voice sowhat raspy, "Sis, thank you for always being by my side."
"Silly girl, I’m your sister, we’re the closest people to each other."
"Mm."
"I don’t want you to suffer any grievance, so whatever you decide, I support you."
Rebecca Quentin shook her head, a soft smile appearing at the corners of her mouth, answered gently, "I have no other thoughts, I’ll wait for him to co back tomorrow, I believe he will explain it to ."
Christine Quinn’s eyes widened in surprise, "You’re just going to forgive him like this?"
Rebecca Quentin asked bitterly, "Then what should I do?"
"You should at least scare him a little, let him know you’re really angry this ti, make him coax you."
"After coaxing, it still ends in reconciliation, doesn’t it?"
"You can choose not to reconcile, entirely up to your mood..."
Rebecca Quentin laughed, "I’ve already married him... if I don’t reconcile, am I to argue with him all my life?"
Christine Quinn said quite agitatedly, "But you can’t let him off so easily, you need to make him learn to cherish you."
Rebecca Quentin took a deep breath, calmly expressed, "Don’t worry, he will treat well."
"But no matter what the reason, he shouldn’t have left you alone at the wedding for people to gossip."
Rebecca Quentin fell silent.
Christine Quinn exhaled slowly, "Sorry, I’m not good with words... I’m just afraid you’ll hold in grievances."
Rebecca Quentin sighed heavily, looking back at the white ceiling, smiling softly, "Sis, I think you and I share a common understanding, once you fall in love with soone, it’s a lifeti thing... eight years of on and off, I’ve had countless thoughts of wanting to give up, and clearly know that being with him forever might not be suitable, but I love him... when I chose to be with him one last ti, I told myself, I’ll cherish the relationship with him all my life, and never leave Andrew, striving to give Andrew a happy ho."
"No matter what you think, I support you."
"In terms of feelings, he’s already given enough... the Howard I know can only give this much, and I have no reason to be unsatisfied."
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