"This fool..." Howard shook his head, eyes filled with self-bla and guilt.
Mrs. Geoffrey lovingly said, "Becca is injured now, I think the trip to Foam Island should be put on hold... let’s wait until Becca is healed."
Howard nodded, then suddenly asked, "Where’s Andrew?"
"The servants are with him, I’m about to go downstairs to feed him."
"Mom, these days Becca is injured, so please take care of Andrew a little more."
"Of course, I’d love it if Andrew sticks to every day!"
As Mrs. Geoffrey turned to leave the room, she asked, "Should I bring dinner up for Becca?"
"Let’s wait until Becca wakes up!"
Looking at the bandage wrapped around Rebecca Quentin’s knee, Howard lowered his head and kissed her injured knee, filled with guilt in his heart.
"Alright."
Mrs. Geoffrey then left and gently closed the door.
Howard rested his tired head against his hand; his mind hadn’t stopped thinking for a mont these days, and he felt very exhausted...
Every night waking up, he would look at her beside him; every ti he saw her sweetly asleep nestled in his arms, only then would he feel at ease.
Howard carefully lay on the other side of the bed, very cautiously drawing Rebecca Quentin’s body closer to let her lean on his chest as she slept.
He’s gotten used to sleeping with her every night, accustod to the unique fragrance of her body; he could never accept another woman nestling in his arms like she does now.
Howard kissed Rebecca Quentin’s smooth forehead once more, closed his eyes, felt the beauty of her in his embrace, and quickly followed her into the land of dreams.
The next day.
"Drink so of this; it’s soup mom made herself. The doctor said it’s good for your knee recovery." Howard scooped a spoonful of the soup to Rebecca Quentin’s lips.
Rebecca Quentin didn’t speak to Howard.
She took the bowl of soup from Howard’s hand and sipped it spoon by spoon.
Rebecca Quentin was evidently cold towards Howard.
The bone soup was delicious, yet it tasted bitter with each spoonful that entered her mouth.
Rebecca Quentin hoped she could recover quickly; she needed strength to talk to him about Alice Robinson. At this mont, she couldn’t stand his closeness, just thinking about his deceit brought back mories of his past promises, making her feel unbearable and ironic.
No matter the reason, if he intends to keep it from her, being with her on one side and entangled with Alice on the other, she won’t allow it.
After drinking the soup, Rebecca Quentin’s pale complexion slightly regained so color from the warmth. She put down the bowl and spoke, "Howard, I miss my sister. Can you let her co and keep company?"
Howard looked suspiciously at Rebecca Quentin, "She just returned to the country not long ago."
"I’m injured now and can’t get out of bed, I want her to co talk with ."
"I’ve let go of work; all my ti is now for you."
Rebecca Quentin smiled and said, "Are you sure you’ve taken care of everything?"
She looked into his eyes, trying to find a hint of guilt or remorse in his eyes, but found none. His eyes, deep and inscrutable, carried his usual rationality.
"If you want your sister to co, I’ll have her here in the next few days."
"No, I want it as soon as possible."
The fleeting darkness on Rebecca Quentin’s face was almost imperceptible, yet it was all caught by Howard’s keen eyes.
"I’ll call her to co today then."
"Thank you."
"Becca, when you’re better, we’ll go to Foam Island." Howard held Rebecca Quentin’s hand, his voice gentle and warm.
Rebecca Quentin indifferently withdrew her hand and nodded casually, "You arrange it."
"Let take you out for so sun."
"Hmm."
Howard lifted the blanket and gently picked Rebecca Quentin up around the waist, "If it hurts your wound, you must tell ."
"Okay." A wave of sadness rose in Rebecca Quentin’s heart; the pain from the wound was incomparable to the hurt inside.
On the third day after Rebecca Quentin’s injury, Christine Quinn arrived.
Rebecca Quentin, because the bandage on her knee hadn’t been removed, could only sit in a wheelchair for the mont.
Christine Quinn was now pushing Rebecca Quentin to bask in the sun in the garden.
The gardens in New York are different from those in the Flowery Kingdom. They don’t like to plant too many flowers and plants, generally opting for green lawns, but there are so expensive tree species leading the fresh and fragrant garden.
Christine Quinn pushed Rebecca Quentin and said, "This garden is so big, it could be turned into a golf course; Howard really lacks imagination."
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