"What do you want to say?"
Rebecca Quentin’s voice choked with tears, "Did you notice that my sister wore a very beautiful dress today, and it’s your favorite color, white."
Skyler Jones pressed his lips, silent.
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes glistened with a faint shimr of water, her voice grew hoarser, "Mr. Jones, if I rember correctly, you told you fell for at first sight. Have you ever thought about why you would have ’love at first sight’ for a stranger like ? I think it’s because of a face that resembles my sister’s, right?"
In that mont, Skyler Jones gently held Rebecca Quentin’s shoulders and softly said, "Sorry, Becca, I have other matters tonight... Whatever you want to discuss, let’s talk next ti, okay?"
"Mr. Jones..."
Skyler Jones had already started walking away.
Rebecca Quentin watched Skyler Jones’s retreating figure, her eyes growing even wetter.
Suddenly, a gentle arm wrapped around Rebecca Quentin’s slender waist. Rebecca Quentin raised her blurry eyes to look at Howard Geoffrey beside her.
Howard Geoffrey gently wiped away the tears at Rebecca Quentin’s eye corner with his thumb, "You shouldn’t have stopped ."
Rebecca Quentin snuggled into Howard Geoffrey’s solid and broad chest, "He’s your brother, you can’t speak ill of him."
"But at least I can’t let him make my wife cry."
"I’m not upset because of him, I’m upset for my sister..."
"I know, but your sister is stronger than you think. If she knew you were crying for her now, she would feel very guilty."
Rebecca Quentin wiped her tears and snot on Howard Geoffrey’s expensive shirt, "Whenever I think about the agreent he signed with my sister, I just want to yell at him!!"
"Baby, you must keep this secret... Whether they can ultimately be together depends on this agreent!"
"Are you sure Mr. Jones really cares about my sister?"
"I’m sure... Don’t forget, when I released the news of him marrying your sister, he didn’t co to for explanations."
"Let calculate, you are nine years older than , when you turn forty, I’ll be just around thirty, at that ti, I’ll surely maintain my beauty and youth, while you’ll already be entering middle age..." She sat on his lap, her legs swinging back and forth, looking extrely relaxed and carefree.
"Do you mind being old?" He kissed her cheek.
"I really need to think about it..."
"You dare?"
She giggled, reached out and hugged his neck, "Find so reasons so I won’t mind your age."
"I’m wealthy."
"I don’t care about money."
"I can fulfill all your dreams in this lifeti."
"But my dream is only one..."
He buried himself into her fragrant, soft neck, mumbling, "Tell ."
She lifted his restless head from her neck and deeply looked into his eyes, "I just want you to always care for like you do now."
"I certainly will." He couldn’t help but kiss her cheek again.
"But you haven’t said anything nice to ."
"I say a lot to you every night."
She shyly slapped his chest, "Hey, I’m talking serious..."
"What do you want to say?"
"Say things won love to hear." She hinted playfully.
"Like what?" He raised his eyebrows, playing dumb.
"I love you! Dummy, you can’t even say this!" She had to teach him, seriously!
"Thank you!" He smiled, accepting her declaration.
"Hey..." She poked his chest, "I’m asking you to say—I love you! Not for to say ’I love you’ to you, stop trying to take advantage of , alright?"
"Isn’t it the sa?"
"How could it be the sa!" She rolled her eyes at him, "I want you to say it."
"I’ll save it for later..." He slowly pushed her body towards the bed and intertwined with her body.
"When is later... at our wedding ceremony?"
"Maybe at the wedding, or perhaps on my fortieth birthday."
"Hey, you’re still upset about calling you old..."
Annoying, what a grudge bearer!
The phone’s vibration interrupted the man drinking alone on the sofa.
He put down the wine glass and picked up the phone to see.
"Jennifer Douglas" flashed brightly on his phone screen.
He pressed the hang-up key directly and tossed the phone aside.
Picking up the wine beside him, he continued to pour into the glass and gulped down all the amber liquid into his throat.
The burn of the liquor slid down his throat, leaving his mind blank.
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