"Please, sis, this is mom asking. She hopes you can give Mr. Jones a chance."
Christine Quinn shook her head, "It’s impossible now. It’s over between us..."
"I think you might want to reconsider... Think about it, if I hadn’t given Howard Geoffrey a chance after all we’ve been through, how would we have today’s happiness?"
"What I had with Skyler Jones was never the sa as you and Howard Geoffrey..."
"How is it different? Honestly, the foundation of your relationship with Mr. Jones is even more solid than ours."
Christine Quinn sighed heavily, "Becca, I’m exhausted... You know? My body is like a ticking ti bomb. I don’t know when it will explode. I can’t endure those upheavals anymore..."
"Sis, actually, it was who told Mr. Jones where you were... At the ti, his despair really moved , and I was genuinely afraid he’d stay down like that."
"He’ll be okay, he just isn’t used to losing a woman who would co and go at his beck and call."
"Anyway, he only has himself to bla for not appreciating it before..."
Christine Quinn bowed her head and took a deep breath, then slowly said, "Becca, I’m with Jonathon Gibson now."
"Huh? That childhood friend of yours who’s now the business director?"
"Yes."
"He’s great; cos from a good family, has good character, and most importantly, treats you well."
"He doesn’t mind that I might not have a tomorrow because of my health... He loves , understands , knows . I feel relaxed and happy when I’m with him."
"Sis, whatever choice you make, I’ll support you."
"Apologize to Mrs. Geoffrey for ..."
"I will convince mom."
"Thank you."
After Jonathon Gibson went to the United States, Christine Quinn stayed at Skyler Jones’s villa and hardly went outside.
These days, Skyler Jones has not contacted Christine Quinn either, and life seems to have returned to calmness.
At this mont, Christine Quinn is in the kitchen making a Caesar salad, when suddenly her phone rang.
Christine Quinn placed the phone by her ear, smiling as she answered, "Hello..."
"Christine?"
"Hmm?"
"I’m sorry I didn’t call you last night."
"It’s alright, I know you’ve been busy these days... I was just about to finish the salad and call you!"
"You’re making salad?"
"Yes, Marie went to school, and I’m bored at ho so I’m cooking."
"Then... Has Mr. Jones called you in the past few days?"
Christine Quinn pouted, "Hey, don’t be so distrustful... I told you, since I chose to be with you, I won’t have any private communication with him."
Jonathon Gibson spoke with so urgency, "Christine, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I’m asking about Mr. Jones because sothing happened in the last couple of days, which is also why I couldn’t call you last night."
"What happened?"
"The new project launched in L.A., the one I’ve been busy with recently, has been taken on by ’Oversky’..."
"Oh, that’s great, ’Oversky’ is a good company."
"Yes, the L.A. governnt is also satisfied with ’Oversky’ being in charge, but the issue is, Skyler Jones was supposed to sign the contract with today, but his secretary ca to unexpectedly this morning to say that ’Oversky’ is withdrawing from the project."
Christine Quinn paused her hand squeezing the salad dressing, then put down the dressing, her hand pressed against the phone by her ear, "What did you say? ’Oversky’ withdrew from the project?"
"Yes, I’m also struggling to understand, but I can’t contact Skyler Jones, so I can’t communicate with him."
"Could there be a problem with the project?"
"How can a governnt project have problems? Even if this project isn’t as large as the previous TSOL project, it’s considered the largest international project this second half of the year."
Christine Quinn furrowed her brows in confusion, "As far as I know, ’Oversky’ hasn’t taken any projects since the TSOL project ended. ’Oversky’ can’t possibly want to miss this project."
"Never mind, he’ll handle his matters himself. We don’t need to worry for him."
"Hmm."
"Have you been okay at ho these days? No discomfort in your body?"
"No, I’m pretty good..."
Night.
Christine Quinn and Marie lay together on the bed.
Marie hugged Christine Quinn, and seeing Christine Quinn with eyes wide open, not sleepy, couldn’t help but ask, "Mommy, why aren’t you asleep?"
Christine Quinn looked at the ceiling and answered, "Mommy is thinking."
"Oh."
"Marie, has daddy called you these days?"
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