Feeling the warmth of the coffee, Rebecca Quentin snapped back to reality. Facing Skyler Jones’s consideration, she uttered softly, "Thank you."
Skyler Jones turned and walked to his desk, picking up the phone he had left on it. He spoke calmly, "I’ll call Aunt Clare first. She’s been anxious these past few days."
Rebecca Quentin shook her head, her tone faintly revealing her dejection. "Wait a moment, Mr. Jones. I have something to tell you."
It seemed Skyler Jones had guessed what Rebecca Quentin wanted to say next. His hand visibly faltered as he reached for the phone, and for a moment, he fell silent. However, he didn’t avoid the topic, his gaze lifting to Rebecca Quentin’s pale face.
Only after taking a deep breath did Rebecca Quentin calmly look at Skyler Jones, her voice tinged with a hint of a sob. "Mr. Jones, I’m sorry..."
Skyler Jones slowly walked towards Rebecca Quentin. "There’s no need for us to say those words to each other."
Bound by the barrier in her heart, Rebecca Quentin shook her head. "I must say it to you."
"You don’t have to say anything."
Suddenly, Skyler Jones pulled Rebecca Quentin into a tight embrace, his voice still tinged with suppressed tenderness.
Leaning against Skyler Jones’s warm, sturdy chest, Rebecca Quentin suddenly lost control of her emotions, breaking into loud sobs. WAAAH...
Skyler Jones gently cupped Rebecca Quentin’s beautiful, delicate face, tenderly wiping away the tears that continuously fell from the corners of her eyes. He coaxed her, "Silly girl, tears shouldn’t be shed so carelessly."
Rebecca Quentin didn’t dare to look up at Skyler Jones; self-blaming and guilt-ridden words escaped her lips: "I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. I’m really sorry. I... I may not be worthy of continuing to be with you because Howard Geoffrey and I have already had intimate relations on the island."
「In the apartment bedroom.」
Rebecca Quentin sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees.
Aunt Clare sat beside Rebecca Quentin, speaking earnestly, "Miss, I know you’ve always been sensible in everything you do. I also know that it must be Howard Geoffrey who provoked you this time. But you can’t continue to get entangled with him. You and Mr. Jones are already dating, and everyone knows that you might marry Mr. Jones. Skyler has been so good to you. During the days you were missing, he spent all his time and energy investigating your whereabouts. After you returned, even though he was hit hard by what you told him, he still forgave and understood you. He didn’t blame you in the slightest, nor has he even considered breaking up with you. When you compare a man like that to Howard Geoffrey, don’t you know how to choose?"
Rebecca Quentin never answered, her gaze fixed blankly ahead, unusually quiet.
Knowing Rebecca Quentin wasn’t in a good mood at the moment, Aunt Clare said no more. She just sighed softly, shook her head, and walked out of the room.
After Aunt Clare had closed the door, Rebecca Quentin buried her head in her knees. A few seconds later, when she lifted her head, her eyes were veiled with a mist of tears.
Why are there such liars in this world?
If they didn’t care, why make their lies seem as credible as vows?
It just so happens that the world has such fools who almost take his words seriously...
What did he actually regard her as? When he wanted her, he took her, but when he didn’t want her, he cast her away like a worn-out shoe. Such wanton playing with a person’s emotions—did he really think she was heartless?
He had no right to come and go in her world as he pleased...
With that thought, Rebecca Quentin picked up her phone and dialed the number she had never forgotten all these years.
Unexpectedly, before she finished dialing, her phone suddenly started ringing.
Upon seeing the number displayed on the screen, her heart jolted violently, and her fingers trembled as they touched the screen.
Indeed, the number displayed on the screen was the one she had wanted to call just a moment before. She hadn’t thought they would be so in sync...
Of course, whether he called or she called, what she wanted to say to him wouldn’t change.
So, Rebecca Quentin composed herself and calmly pressed the answer button. "Hello."
The low voice on the phone belonged solely to Howard Geoffrey.
Upon hearing his voice, she tried to suppress the bitterness and discomfort she felt facing him and said lightly, "You called just in time. I also have something to say to you."
Howard Geoffrey seemed to have already guessed what Rebecca Quentin wanted to say. He spoke directly, "I don’t want to hear you say anything in anger. Deal with your matters with Skyler Jones tonight. Tomorrow morning, I’ll come to pick you up."