At this moment, Geoffrey’s words echoed in Becca’s ears, and her meticulously sorted thoughts instantly spiraled into chaos. The decisive words she wanted to say to him suddenly stuck in her throat.
"Becca, I have something else to deal with. I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow."
Rebecca Quentin remained silent.
Geoffrey knew Becca was listening, so before ending the call, he gently said, "I miss you."
By the time Becca realized it, all that remained on her phone was the beep of the ended call.
At the same time, inside the Skytop Corporation T City branch office building.
Geoffrey stood by the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window and put down his phone.
The secretary stepped forward to take Geoffrey’s phone and reminded him, "Mr. Geoffrey, the journalists have arrived. The press conference can start..."
"Okay." Geoffrey responded softly.
As the secretary turned to leave, Christine Quinn walked into Geoffrey’s office, looking lost.
Hearing footsteps, Geoffrey knew it was Christine but never turned to look at her.
Christine silently gazed at Geoffrey’s handsome silhouette, wanting to say something, but unable to speak.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds. Just as Christine prepared to explain and speak to Geoffrey, he had already turned, brushed past her, and walked straight out of the office.
Christine ran out, following Geoffrey into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, Christine had already embraced Geoffrey, murmuring, "Howard, can you give me one more chance? I know you can’t forgive me anymore, but I never wanted to deceive you. It’s just that at the time, I was also helpless..."
Before Christine could finish, the elevator doors opened.
Standing outside the elevator, Jason Wood, upon seeing Christine clinging to Geoffrey, promptly stepped forward and pulled Christine away from him.
Christine continuously tried to break free from Jason Wood’s grasp, "Howard..."
Before stepping out of the elevator, Geoffrey coldly said, "From now on, I don’t want to see you again."
Christine seemed unable to believe it, collapsing in Jason Wood’s arms.
Jason Wood quickly closed the elevator doors, supporting the limp Christine, wanting to comfort her but unsure of what to say.
Meanwhile, Geoffrey stepped out of the elevator, instantly entering a sea of flashlights and camera lights.
Journalists began to swarm around Geoffrey, as security guards surrounded him to maintain order.
Rebecca Quentin stayed awake all night, her eyes open until dawn.
Aunt Clare was in the kitchen making breakfast. Seeing Becca come out of her room, Aunt Clare asked, "Why don’t you sleep a bit longer? It’s not time for work yet."
Rebecca Quentin replied truthfully, "I couldn’t sleep."
Aunt Clare placed the prepared breakfast on the table, removed her apron, and walked over to Becca with concern, "Still can’t figure things out?"
Rebecca Quentin gently shook her head.
Aunt Clare sighed, "Since you’ve figured it all out, then there’s no problem... Mr. Jones will come to pick you up for work later, so you should dress beautifully..."
Becca suddenly called out deeply, "Aunt Clare."
Aunt Clare still had a smile on her face, "Huh?"
Becca gazed at Aunt Clare’s kind face for a long time without speaking.
Aunt Clare couldn’t help but ask, "What do you want to say, Miss?"
The sound of the doorbell rang at that moment, interrupting what Becca was about to say.
Aunt Clare, unaware of what Becca wanted to say, turned to open the door, murmuring, "See how thoughtful Mr. Jones is, coming so early..."
A feeling of apprehension hit her, as if she sensed who had come, Becca looked towards the door.
With a smile, Aunt Clare opened the door, her mouth ready to speak "Jones," but was stunned with her mouth agape at the sight of the person at the door.
Geoffrey’s eyes had already met Becca inside, almost immediately bypassing Aunt Clare, Geoffrey pulled Becca into his arms without hesitation and kissed her directly.
Becca was entirely unable to react, her lips already taken by Geoffrey...
He kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in ages, filled with possessiveness, their breaths intertwined until she almost couldn’t breathe, repeatedly patting his back, only then did he slowly release her.
Becca stood frozen, her breathing became heavy due to the kiss, her chest heaving violently.
Finally coming to her senses, Aunt Clare promptly pulled Becca away from Geoffrey and unfriendly spat out, "Mr. Geoffrey, you’re not welcome here, please leave!"
Geoffrey rarely replied patiently, "Aunt Clare, I know you can’t accept me being with Becca right now, but I will prove my feelings for Becca in the future."
Aunt Clare sneered, "Feelings for Becca? Mr. Geoffrey, I think you have a poor memory. Do you forget how you treated Becca back then?"
"I can explain the past."
"Hmph, how will you explain?" Aunt Clare couldn’t help but resentfully defend Becca, "Do you think the wound you left on Becca’s heart is easy to heal? If you truly had feelings for Becca, why didn’t you visit her once when she lost the baby four years ago, and why did you ignore her for the past four years? Most importantly, you’ve always loved Miss Quinn, so why come back to bother Becca?"
Aunt Clare’s words were sharp, leaving no room.
Geoffrey did not answer; his eyes turned to the silent Rebecca Quentin beside him.
Aunt Clare noticed Geoffrey’s intense gaze fixed on Becca and couldn’t help but say, "Don’t think Miss will still believe you, Mr. Geoffrey. Our Miss has already made a decision; she won’t continue entangling with you, and she and Mr. Jones will soon be married!"
"Is that so, marry Skyler Jones with my child?"
Geoffrey remained fixed on Rebecca Quentin, seemingly responding to Aunt Clare but sounding more like jealous words spoken directly to Becca.
Aunt Clare was suddenly speechless.
Rebecca Quentin, who hadn’t spoken all along, finally softly said, "Aunt Clare, can I speak to him alone for a few minutes..."
"I’m fine, let me talk to him alone!"
Though reluctant to let Becca be alone with Geoffrey, since it involved Becca’s lifelong happiness, it was a decision only she could make. Aunt Clare eventually turned into her room, feeling helpless.