Howard Geoffrey stared at her, not answering the question.
Rebecca Quentin swallowed the lump in her throat, the pain escaped, "Four years ago, you treated me like your puppet, I was helpless, but four years later, do you still think I’m a tool you can use at will? Howard Geoffrey, do you have any humanity, if you do, you shouldn’t appear in my world anymore, let alone commit such a perverted act like rape!!"
By the end, Rebecca Quentin’s face was full of tears, her eyes filled with hurt and pain.
Howard Geoffrey calmly parted his thin lips, "Baby, ’rape’ refers to sexual intercourse forced against one’s will, which I believe doesn’t apply to us."
At the mention of such a sensitive and embarrassing topic, Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but blush, angrily spitting out, "What do you mean it doesn’t apply, you obviously..." She couldn’t detail such a topic.
Howard Geoffrey smiled, "Why don’t you continue?"
Rebecca Quentin’s face turned even redder, cursing, "Pervert!"
Howard Geoffrey watched Rebecca Quentin intently, seemingly enraptured by her pouting cuteness, wanting to continue arguing with her .
Seeing his bright black eyes, Rebecca Quentin recalled the wildness of last night and was filled with fear. She hurriedly pushed against his heavy body, "Get off me!"
Howard Geoffrey’s strong body continued to press down on her, and even seemed to press closer to her.
After her attempts to push him off proved fruitless, Rebecca Quentin was about to shout in anger when suddenly, Howard Geoffrey bent over her and captured her lips, swallowing all the words she was trying to say.
She wanted to punch him, but her hands were pinned by him. At this moment, she was like prey waiting for his slaughter, feeling completely unsafe.
Howard Geoffrey lingered, kissing her for half a minute before letting go, gazing deeply at her delicate face.
"Howard Geoffrey!!" Rebecca Quentin, in the habit when angry, called his full name.
Howard Geoffrey stared at her eyes like black grapes, a tender love in his gaze, and suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Rebecca, I’m very happy."
Her lips swollen, still faintly aching from his bites, Rebecca Quentin suddenly didn’t want to speak to him.
Howard Geoffrey continued, "You are mine alone."
Rebecca Quentin’s cheeks instantly turned red, angrily spitting out, "Who is yours alone, don’t be shameless."
Recalling how she endured under him last night, feeling uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but kiss her again, his voice dropping lower, "I won’t allow you to get close to other men again, I want you to belong exclusively to me from now on."
Rebecca Quentin didn’t hear the underlying jealousy in Howard Geoffrey’s words, feeling embarrassed and furious, "We have no ties anymore, Mr. Geoffrey, don’t forget you already have a fiancée, and you’ve even had a child together."
Howard Geoffrey slowly lifted his gaze, facing her aggressive stance, frowned slightly, "Who told you I had a child?"
Rebecca Quentin casually responded, "Your child with Christine Quinn, ’Marie’!!"
Howard Geoffrey looked at her with growing interest, "Is this what you’re hung up on?"
Realizing her earlier outburst might have sounded overly confrontational, she adjusted her breath and calmly said, "I’m not hung up on it because it has nothing to do with me."
Howard Geoffrey lightly tapped her nose, "Still being mouthy!"
Frustrated that their conversation turned into his teasing, Rebecca Quentin impatiently said, "Don’t touch me!!"
In that moment, Howard Geoffrey suddenly flipped over, their positions switching, he held her hips and mischievously said, "Alright, try getting out of bed now."
Finally released, Rebecca Quentin swung her fists at him, but despite wriggling and struggling, she ultimately found it was all in vain. The key was that her movements caused a certain part of his body that had just relaxed to react due to friction.
Feeling his reaction there, Rebecca Quentin finally understood his intention in allowing her struggle, so she stopped moving, her face too red to lift.
He was doing it on purpose!!
Howard Geoffrey looked at her angry little face intently, as if answering her, yes, he was doing it on purpose!
Rebecca Quentin finally settled down, not daring to move, letting herself be held by him, not looking at him at all.
Howard Geoffrey suddenly said, "Don’t be angry."
Rebecca Quentin didn’t respond.
"There are many things between Christine and me that I can’t explain all at once... Whether you believe it or not, two years of marriage left marks not only in your heart but also in mine. Rebecca, if I couldn’t give you the life you wanted in the past six years, I hope I can in the future," Howard Geoffrey paused, then continued, "Last night wasn’t a momentary impulse; it’s the impulse I’ve felt every time I’ve seen you in the past four years."
Rebecca Quentin’s body visibly stiffened on Howard Geoffrey, seemingly unable to believe he would say such words, she slowly lifted her gaze, meeting his.
His usually inscrutable eyes seemed filled with deep affection at this moment, so plain yet so intense.
"You..." Thinking what she felt was just an illusion, Rebecca Quentin hurriedly wanted to break this unrealistic scene.
Unexpectedly, Howard Geoffrey bent over her at this moment...
Rebecca Quentin felt that what she had experienced these two days was probably the accumulation of all her tiredness up to now, even surpassing the hardships of the past four years.
At this moment, after bathing, Rebecca Quentin came out of the bathroom, drying her wet hair...
Howard Geoffrey was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, apparently on a phone call.
Rebecca Quentin walked over, intending to grab her clothes from the bed for a change, but she accidentally overheard his words.
"...Mom, stop talking about the child all the time, your nagging annoys me..."
Just hearing this sentence, Rebecca Quentin entered the bathroom to change clothes.
When Rebecca Quentin came out again, Howard Geoffrey had already finished the call, and as if it were a habit, upon seeing her, he pulled her over.
"Hey, let go!!" Rebecca Quentin still maintained an unfriendly attitude.