When Skyler Jones asked this, Rebecca Quentin suddenly felt tense and hurriedly walked to his side, "What happened to my sister?"
"She’s fine, I just felt she’s been down lately and wanted to ask you about it."
Only then did Rebecca Quentin relax, and she explained truthfully, "Since my sister aborted the child, she’s been feeling very low... Recently, when I asked her to go shopping, she seed absent-minded and distracted. But I saw you’ve been with my sister all the ti, so I wasn’t worried."
Skyler Jones suddenly asked, "Did anything happen while I was in Y City?"
"No, it’s just that sister got pregnant, but..."
Skyler Jones frowned slightly, "But what?"
"Actually, it’s nothing..."
Skyler Jones turned around, his sharp black eyes firmly gaze at Rebecca Quentin’s hesitant expression, his thin lips cold, "Tell ."
Intimidated by Skyler Jones’s stern face, Rebecca Quentin slowly spoke, "It’s just that the day after sister found out she was pregnant, she accidentally overheard mom talking to ..."
"Go on."
Under Skyler Jones’s hard inquiry, Rebecca Quentin then inford Skyler Jones of what Mrs. Geoffrey said that day.
Skyler Jones’s expression imdiately darkened, his face was frighteningly grim.
Rebecca Quentin hurriedly explained, "Mom was just worried about you both, that’s why she ntioned it to . Mom didn’t intend to ruin your relationship with my sister..."
"What was your sister’s reaction at the ti?"
Rebecca Quentin answered, "At that mont, my sister was very upset, but after a night, her mood had adjusted... I thought it was nothing, so I didn’t ntion it to you after you ca back."
"Alright, Becca, you can go out now!"
Rebecca Quentin worriedly asked, "Brother-in-law... are you suddenly asking these questions, because you and my sister..."
Skyler Jones’s expression was calm as he gently spoke, "There’s nothing going on with us, go get mom and bring her in."
Rebecca Quentin hesitated, frowning, "Brother-in-law, you’re not going to scold mom for being talkative, are you?"
"I won’t bla her, I just want to talk to her about sothing."
Hearing Skyler Jones say this, Rebecca Quentin finally felt relieved, nodded, "I’ll go call her."
Not long after, Mrs. Geoffrey ca in.
Rebecca Quentin must have inford Mrs. Geoffrey of the situation, so when Mrs. Geoffrey ca in she looked very serious.
At this mont, Mrs. Geoffrey timidly looked at Skyler Jones, who was sitting behind the desk, and spoke apologetically, "Skyler, mom didn’t an to say anything random in front of Christine, it’s just that when Christine was pregnant, mom was really worried..."
Skyler Jones looked at Mrs. Geoffrey steadily for a long ti before he spoke softly, "Do you want to make ands?"
"Hmm?" Completely surprised that her son was not blaming her, Mrs. Geoffrey was very surprised and also very happy, after reacting, she quickly said, "Tell ."
"There’s sothing only you can do for ... I need you to go to France."
Mr. Jones, I investigated the madam’s call records over the past few days, she frequently contacted a cell number ending in 618, after my investigation, this is the number of a private detective agency...
At night, Skyler Jones sat on the room’s sofa, drinking red wine alone.
The room felt cold because Christine Quinn wasn’t there, everywhere was cold and empty.
He quietly pondered, while waiting for Christine Quinn.
He didn’t know how long had passed when the door was turned open, and Christine Quinn ca in from outside.
Accidentally seeing Skyler Jones in a bathrobe sitting on the sofa drinking, Christine Quinn’s body slightly froze, a bit surprised, she walked over to him.
She ca to him and asked, "It’s almost one o’clock, you’re not sleeping yet?"
Skyler Jones put down his wine glass, his magnetic voice low and gentle, "I can’t sleep without you coming back."
His words, as usual, were filled with pampering and gentleness, but they made her throat twinge with bitterness.
Every night sleeping beside her, he must actually feel helpless?
Every day saying such moving words, does he secretly imagine her as another woman?
Christine Quinn chuckled bitterly in her heart.
To avoid the bitterness rising to her throat, she quickly smiled, while walking towards the wardrobe in the room, she said, "It’s all your daughter’s fault, these days she keeps pulling to chat... Maybe she’s a bit unaccustod since she just ca to study in New York."
Skyler Jones didn’t say anything, just watched her from afar.
Christine Quinn took a clean set of pajamas from the wardrobe, turned to him and said, "I’m going to take a shower... don’t wait for , you go to sleep first, I want to enjoy a good soak."
These days, they actually haven’t spent much ti together... During the day, he’s busy organizing the new headquarters, at night she accompanies Marie or Mrs. Geoffrey, so their ti always misses, of course, this kind of miss is sothing she deliberately does.
Even though it’s very uncomfortable to be with him like this, she’s still hesitating whether to accept his "compassion"...
Yes, she can’t imdiately reveal everything to him, nor can she accept his responsible care, so overwheld, she could only temporarily choose to avoid...
She thought, maybe tomorrow she could make up her mind...
While Christine Quinn was holding her pajamas and heading to the bathroom, unexpectedly, a warm body suddenly pressed against her.
She froze in place, letting him hold her from behind.
His strong arms wrapped around her, his hot breath brushed against her ear.
She felt a tickle, lightly struggling, "Skyler..."
But he leaned close to her ear and said, "Keep company..."
"I don’t want to..."
Instinctively tossing out this sentence, she wanted to escape, but unfortunately, her body was firmly held by him.
His arms tightened, making her unable to move, he seed unwilling as he whispered near her ear, "It’s been more than ten days..."
"I... I’m still not well."
"I know, so you can help ."
His voice was vague, as if it had been overwheld by desire.
She feared that continuing like this would beco uncontrollable, at this mont, she exerted all her strength, broke free from him, then jumped far away.
Suddenly losing that warm softness, his brows furrowed, watching her low expression clearly showing dissatisfaction.
Christine Quinn said, "I’m not in the mood today."
His dark eyes suddenly narrowed into a line, a slightly cold voice spilled out, "Then when will you be in the mood?"
"I..." Christine Quinn froze in place, feeling a bit helpless.
At that mont, Skyler Jones took two strides and firmly seized Christine Quinn’s slightly trembling body, "Are you avoiding ?"
"No, I..." Alas, she didn’t know how to explain it to him.
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