"Okay."
Christine Quinn didn’t say anything more.
Jonathon Gibson struggled in his heart for a long ti and finally spoke up, "That... I’m sorry, Christine, I shouldn’t have been so impulsive today."
"It’s not your fault, Skyler Jones hit you first."
"I didn’t want to fight him, but he..."
"Don’t say it, Jonathon, I know his personality very well." He’s always so self-righteous.
"I’m sorry, when I saw him holding you, I said those words impulsively, I..."
"It’s not your fault... let’s go back to the hotel and tend to your wounds first."
Skyler Jones sat on the sofa in the room, holding a glass of amber-colored liquor.
Suddenly, he raised the liquor and poured it down his throat in one gulp.
The liquor slid down his throat, igniting a burning pain like a fire.
Skyler Jones casually threw the glass aside, and his mood gradually cald down.
This was the first ti in his life he lost his composure and self-control like this...
He only knew that when Jonathon Gibson claid to be her boyfriend, he was extrely displeased.
She could only be his, even if she couldn’t forgive him now, she could only be his!!
But he was really too impulsive tonight...
She must be very angry!!
Damn it, he couldn’t bear her being close to other n, and Jonathon Gibson even dared to put his arm around her waist!!
Damn it, if she hadn’t stopped him, he would never have let Jonathon Gibson leave here peacefully tonight!!
But how could he dissipate her anger from tonight?
He didn’t want to upset her, he just wanted to do everything to please her, but tonight he ssed it up!
No...
He had to find her... whatever he said to her, he couldn’t let her have an even worse impression of him.
Having his n find the address of Christine Quinn’s hotel, Skyler Jones drove there himself.
The car sped down the quiet nightti street at over 180 kph.
Within just a matter of minutes, Skyler Jones was already standing at the door of Christine Quinn’s hotel room.
Calming himself down further, he reached out and pressed the doorbell.
The faint sound of footsteps ca from inside the room, and the next second, the door opened.
Not expecting his appearance, Christine Quinn froze for a mont.
"I’m sorry, it was my fault earlier." He apologized proactively, no longer arrogant, his expression carrying a hint of lancholy.
Christine Quinn’s expression was indifferent and cold, "There’s no need for you to apologize to , if you want to apologize, apologize to Jonathon."
She just thought they could still be ordinary friends, but tonight, it seed they couldn’t even be ordinary friends.
"I... I will consider it."
Christine Quinn nodded, "Alright... goodbye." She reached out to close the door.
However, just as she was closing it, his hand suddenly held the door open.
She frowned, glaring at him.
He spoke in a gentle tone, "Aren’t you going to invite in to sit down?"
"Sorry, I’m going to sleep."
He shrewdly eyed her, "You said you were willing to be friends with , is this how you treat guests?"
"Alright, I do have so things I want to make clear with you." Christine Quinn finally opened the door.
Skyler Jones exhaled and walked in.
Christine Quinn closed the door and sat on the sofa in the room.
Sitting across from her, Skyler Jones noticed the simple first-aid kit on the coffee table and the bloody cotton swabs in the trash, and he casually asked, "Was Jonathon Gibson here just now?"
Christine Quinn replied flatly, "I helped him tend to his wounds."
The jealousy was evident in Skyler Jones, and he extended his hand to her, "My hand is injured too, as a friend, shouldn’t you also help take care of it?"
"This isn’t a hospital."
"If it’s not a hospital, why help him with his wounds?"
"Because he’s my boyfriend now, and it’s rightful for to do anything for him."
Skyler Jones suddenly stood up from the sofa, gritting his teeth, "Christine Quinn, are you deliberately testing my patience now?"
Christine Quinn also stood up, glaring at him coldly, "What right do you have to control ?"
"Until we’re divorced, don’t forget you’re still my wife."
"Sorry, I’ve already asked you for a divorce."
"I should be the one apologizing because I haven’t signed the papers yet."
She had never known he could be this shaless in his obstinance.
Christine Quinn was so angry her teeth were grinding, "Even if our divorce isn’t finalized, what’s wrong with having a relationship with soone else?"
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