Howard Geoffrey had once asked someone to design this villa with the future in mind, thinking of living on this island with his wife and children. To avoid loneliness for the child, he had several rooms designed to be interconnected, separated by remote-controlled glass walls, and at this moment, Howard Geoffrey was opening one of these glass walls.
"You... you..." Rebecca Quentin was shocked as she looked at Howard Geoffrey.
He casually tossed aside the remote, saying, "High-tech!"
Rebecca Quentin was furious, "Get out!!"
Howard Geoffrey walked toward Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin had jumped out of bed, eager to dash out of the room.
Unexpectedly, Howard Geoffrey effortlessly caught her in his arms, wrapping her body tightly.
Rebecca Quentin felt that her voice was nearly hoarse from shouting over the past two days, but it rarely proved effective.
Howard Geoffrey pressed his forehead tenderly against Rebecca Quentin’s, speaking softly, "Don’t be angry. Having a child is our good fortune. Since it didn’t work out this time, we’ll do as you wish in the future, okay?"
Knowing that struggling was in vain, Rebecca Quentin simply decided not to waste energy, letting him hold her as she coldly stated, "There is no future between us!!"
"Howard Geoffrey, don’t think that just because of what happened these past two nights there’s any change between us... It’s impossible. I will never trust you again, nor will I be entangled with you unless you have the ability to keep me on this island all my life!!"
Suddenly, Howard Geoffrey’s gaze upon Rebecca Quentin darkened intensely.
Rebecca Quentin seemed to realize that her words left no room for compromise... her heart ached slightly, yet she did not regret it.
She never held any hope for him to begin with...
Breaking the brief silence, Howard Geoffrey said, "Alright, let’s end this topic here!"
Rebecca Quentin turned her face away, no longer responding to him.
"I’ll have the servant bring your dinner; if you don’t want to eat, just go to bed early." With that, Howard Geoffrey left the room.
If a moment ago Rebecca Quentin still held onto her anger, this moment as she watched his departing back, she found her nose stinging with an inexplicable ache.
Who would have known that speaking such resolute words against him actually contradicted her true inner desires, yet what use is there in hopelessly wishing to go on with him?
It’s impossible between them...
It was impossible once, and now even more so, especially since there was never love.
So, leaving this island, they would again be unrelated individuals...
Rebecca Quentin never expected that at dawn she would be awakened by the warmth of Howard Geoffrey’s body clinging to her.
As if the conflict from the night before hadn’t happened, he held her tightly as she slept on her side, without overstepping boundaries, just holding her as she struggled without loosening his grip...
Ultimately, due to physical exhaustion these days, Rebecca Quentin gradually surrendered back into sleep post-struggle.
A couple of hours later, they were both awoken nearly simultaneously by the ringing of Howard Geoffrey’s phone.
Yet Howard Geoffrey merely shifted over slightly, making no moves to attend to the phone, leaving Rebecca Quentin to reach for it herself...
She originally intended to hand the phone to Howard Geoffrey but ended up inadvertently glimpsing the number displayed on the screen.
Rebecca Quentin thus became fully awake, but as Howard Geoffrey held her, she could only press the answer button in front of him, "Mr. Jones..."
In actuality, Rebecca Quentin hadn’t mentioned to Skyler Jones that this phone belonged to Howard Geoffrey, not wanting him to misunderstand. She simply assured Skyler Jones of her safety and said she’d return soon, so Skyler Jones probably wasn’t at ease and called again.
Rebecca Quentin felt fortunate to have answered the call herself, so they chatted easily.
Who’d have thought, at that moment, Howard Geoffrey suddenly snatched the phone from Rebecca Quentin’s ear and, without warning, spoke into it saying, "Done talking? We’re going back to sleep!"
He hung up and continued to cuddle Rebecca Quentin to sleep.
Rebecca Quentin looked in disbelief as Howard Geoffrey pressed the end call button, only reacting several seconds later, yelling, "Howard Geoffrey!!"
"Hmm..." Howard Geoffrey responded lazily.
Rebecca Quentin began angrily trying to pry Howard Geoffrey’s arm from around her waist, yet to no avail.
Ultimately, Rebecca Quentin ceased her struggle entirely, turned her face toward Howard Geoffrey’s own handsome features, and coldly asked, "You won’t let go then, right?"
"Sleep, darling." Howard Geoffrey continued to coax patiently.
All of a sudden, Rebecca Quentin kicked at someone’s sensitive area...
A curse of pain escaped as Howard Geoffrey released Rebecca Quentin abruptly.
Rebecca Quentin seized the opportunity to jump out of bed, imitating his smug manner from last night with the remote and dryly quipped, "Hmph, self-defense technique!"
Howard Geoffrey frowned deeply; the pain was clearly not slight.
Rebecca Quentin completely ignored him, picked up the phone Howard Geoffrey had thrown on the floor, and brazenly went out to make a call.
Who’d have thought, Rebecca Quentin hadn’t even stepped out the door before being robustly embraced from behind, caught by surprise.
Rebecca Quentin screamed, unable to resist before being tossed back onto the bed by a certain someone.
"Let go of me, let go..." Rebecca Quentin kicked and punched fiercely.
Yet Howard Geoffrey exerted effort several times more to pin Rebecca Quentin beneath him, preventing her from moving.
Rebecca Quentin struggled to no avail, apprehensively watching the person above her, indeed anger written across his face, beads of sweat faintly visible on his brow from restraint.
Howard Geoffrey lifted his sharply carved chin, "Attempted murder of your husband, hmm?"
Though her momentum faltered somewhat, Rebecca Quentin defiantly replied, "You brought this on yourself!"
"Then this is your doing now!"
"Wha...what?" Rebecca Quentin suddenly sensed something ominous.
Sure enough, at that moment, Howard Geoffrey pinned Rebecca Quentin’s hands with one hand while the other quickly removed her lower garments.
Understandably, Rebecca Quentin was utterly bare, instinctively tightening her legs together...
Rebecca Quentin was too mortified to speak coherently, "You...you pervert!"
Howard Geoffrey appeared to have no spare attention for Rebecca Quentin then, burying his head between her legs...