Mrs. Geoffrey nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I asked Aunt May to serve..."
Rebecca Quentin volunteered to stand up, "I’ll go!"
Mrs. Geoffrey couldn’t respond in ti; Rebecca Quentin was already heading to the kitchen, so she only reminded, "Be careful not to burn yourself..."
Howard Geoffrey got up to follow her into the kitchen, but Mrs. Geoffrey spoke out with a smile, "Don’t worry about your wife, Aunt May has already gone to help her."
Howard Geoffrey pulled his lips into a smile, looking at his mother.
Mrs. Geoffrey furrowed her brows and spoke with a warning tone, "You better take good care of your wife. You left Becca after getting married; I see Becca hasn’t made a fuss about it, so I won’t hold this against you... but if you upset Becca, I’ll definitely take her side."
Howard Geoffrey raised his hands, indicating surrender.
Mrs. Geoffrey smiled with satisfaction, and at that mont, Rebecca Quentin ca out from the kitchen carrying a bowl of soup.
Rebecca Quentin placed the soup in front of Howard Geoffrey, who suddenly clasped her hand and planted a fiery kiss in her palm. Rebecca Quentin blushed shyly, gently breaking free, and sat back in her seat, as Howard Geoffrey’s loving gaze remained fixed on her.
Despite their private monts being far more intense than a simple hand-holding, Rebecca Quentin remained shy, not quite used to Howard Geoffrey displaying such intimacy in public.
The sweetness between the couple made Mrs. Geoffrey grin widely.
Night fell.
Rebecca Quentin sat on the bed wearing a light, sensual nightgown.
The nightgown was a wedding gift from Isabella... of course, she had always been embarrassed to wear it.
Isabella said that General Leonard liked it when she wore such nightgowns. Rebecca thought about it; she and Howard Geoffrey were like an "old married couple," so there was nothing to be shy about... the key was whether Howard Geoffrey would like her wearing it.
With her thoughts running wild, Rebecca Quentin’s cheeks gradually grew warr.
In the next mont, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Rebecca Quentin initially planned to follow Isabella’s advice and perform so alluring moves, but at this mont, she felt too shy to get out of bed.
Finally, when the bathroom door opened, she bashfully shrank under the covers.
Howard Geoffrey erged wrapped in a towel, his model-like physique displayed before Rebecca Quentin, making her even more flustered.
Howard Geoffrey jumped onto the bed, pinning the quilt-wrapped Rebecca Quentin beneath him, gently lifting her chin, gazing intently at her, his voice low and husky, "Didn’t you say you’d... serve tonight?"
Rebecca Quentin’s cheeks were flushed, her entire deanor reflecting a shy and delicate state.
Seeing Rebecca Quentin’s reddened face, Howard Geoffrey couldn’t help but smile, his gaze inadvertently catching the glimpse of the pink strap peeking from her neck.
Howard Geoffrey’s eyes tightened as he half-raised himself, gently pulling down the quilt Rebecca Quentin tightly clutched in nervousness.
The front of the nightgown was too tantalizing, causing Rebecca Quentin to turn away in embarrassnt.
But in Howard Geoffrey’s view, what was presented at this mont was an image of a breathtakingly sexy beauty.
She was wearing a silky pink slip dress, which was more a dress in na, as it only covered half of her bottom, the smooth and soft fabric clinging to her round and perky hips, sparking infinite imagination.
Suddenly, desire filled Howard Geoffrey’s eyes; his body lowered, gradually beginning the night’s journey of lust...
Who would have expected that at this intense mont, the phone placed by Howard Geoffrey on the bedside suddenly vibrated.
Typically, at this ti, he would have absolutely no intention of answering the phone, but...
While kissing her, he managed to find the mont to grab the phone.
He pressed the answer button directly, keeping the phone to his ear while continuing to be intimately close with her.
However, not knowing what the person on the other end said, in the midst of their shared passion, Howard Geoffrey’s eyes suddenly froze as he raised his head with the phone.
"I’m coming over now."
Howard Geoffrey said one sentence, his gaze filled with desire instantly subsiding, his eyes gradually becoming obscure and deep.
Rebecca Quentin clung to Howard Geoffrey’s broad back, adjusting her breath which had been rapidly provoked, and stared at him intently, "What’s wrong?"
Howard Geoffrey cradled Rebecca Quentin’s flushed face, lowering his head to kiss her lips gently, "Sorry, babe, I have to go out for a bit now."
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes widened, her tone slightly startled, "Now?"
If she wasn’t mistaken, it was already past eleven o’clock...
Howard Geoffrey had already climbed out of bed.
The primal heat between them swiftly cooled.
Rebecca Quentin was stunned for a second, feeling the coldness gradually seep in. She slowly pulled the quilt over herself, covering her bare body.
Howard Geoffrey had already put on pants and a shirt, his movents swift and fluid.
Rebecca Quentin wrapped in the quilt, turned on her side, watching him.
After getting dressed, Howard Geoffrey sat at the edge of the bed and kissed Rebecca Quentin again, softly saying, "Don’t wait up, go to sleep; I’ll be back once I’ve dealt with it."
Rebecca Quentin gently nodded, her bright eyes gradually losing their sparkle.
Howard Geoffrey didn’t notice the change in Rebecca Quentin’s gaze and simply got up and left.
Long after Howard Geoffrey left, Rebecca Quentin seed to co to her senses. She tightened the quilt around herself and turned to face the floor-to-ceiling windows covered by thick curtains.
The room instantly grew silent; the previous moans, rugged breaths, and passionate heat now made the quietness all the more pronounced.
Rebecca Quentin felt no sign of sleep, her eyes wide open in a daze as her thoughts uncontrollably drifted.
Yes, she should have asked him where he was going so late, but at that mont, she inexplicably didn’t want to ask.
For things he didn’t want to voluntarily tell her, she didn’t want to ask now, just like the hospital record about Alice Robinson in the docunt; she didn’t want to ask.
Did he think she was happy tonight?
No, she wasn’t happy at all... but she didn’t reveal it in front of him because their feelings for each other were hard-earned.
It was once her failure to cherish their relationship that led to their breakup, leaving her with deep regret, so this ti she kept reminding herself in her heart not to be capricious, not to throw tantrums, because trust is the foundation of maintaining a relationship for two people. She couldn’t make the sa mistake again, and she truly was tired of the days filled with mutual suspicion and disputes. All she wanted was to spend a happy life with him.
So, what she had originally planned for tonight was love and intimacy.
She thought that rging bodies and hearing his cheesy words would give her a great sense of security, preventing herself from overthinking, however...
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