Rebecca Quentin was terribly frightened and immediately hid behind the fountain.
The middle-aged noblewoman, evidently Mrs. Geoffrey’s close friend, was engaging in a warm exchange with her.
From afar, Rebecca Quentin watched Mrs. Geoffrey, noticing her delight tonight, and felt uneasy at heart.
She really blamed herself, it was already the second time she left without saying a word to Mrs. Geoffrey.
But if Mrs. Geoffrey ever found out her identity someday, she would probably be happy with her choice today.
Though knowing she might never have the chance to see Mrs. Geoffrey again, Rebecca Quentin still silently wished her happy birthday in her heart.
At that moment, Mrs. Geoffrey, arm in arm with her friend, walked towards the villa. In a daze, she vaguely heard Mrs. Geoffrey’s voice, "Indeed, I am planning to announce my son’s marriage tonight; later I will introduce my daughter-in-law to you..."
Hearing what Mrs. Geoffrey said, Rebecca Quentin felt increasingly sad, and in her heart, she repeatedly apologized to Mrs. Geoffrey’s noble figure, before slowly orientating her steps towards the villa door after she stepped into the villa hall.
Due to the large number of guests tonight, there was also a gathering of media reporters outside the door, and the guards were maintaining order at the site. Rebecca Quentin took advantage of the chaos to slip out the door.
Stepping out of the door was initially nerve-wracking, yet the sorrow in her heart was overpowering; Rebecca Quentin still turned her head to glance back at the villa.
Coincidentally, at the moment her gaze swept towards the villa hall, about a hundred meters away, she caught sight of him.
Among the crowd of people from home and abroad, under the dazzling lights of the banquet, the young and tall Howard Geoffrey stood out.
His calm and steady demeanor while talking to people was completely different from the cold sternness he usually showed in business, clearly fulfilling the duties of a filial son.
She gazed at his exceptionally handsome profile, pondering that she might no longer have any interaction with him in the future, her heart was filled with sorrow, unable to deny the lingering affection still residing in her heart.
All the moments of her encounter with him up to today unfolded in her mind like a slide show; she ultimately couldn’t resist the heartache, her eyes reddened, yet she resolutely and decisively began to move.
Incandescent lights flickered...
Rebecca Quentin took a deep breath to suppress the pain in her heart, then walked towards the car parked in the dark shade of the trees.
The car door was opened from the inside, and Rebecca Quentin sat inside.
Christine Quinn, wearing sunglasses, was sitting in the driver’s seat, speaking lightly, "Buckle up, I’ll take you to the airport."
On the way to the airport, Christine Quinn watched Rebecca Quentin’s tired figure leaning against the chair and couldn’t help but ask, "Reluctant?"
Rebecca Quentin didn’t respond, lost in her own thoughts.
Christine Quinn spoke again, "Actually, I never thought you and Howard would part so easily."
Coming to her senses, Rebecca Quentin adjusted her sitting posture and calmly replied, "I never thought so either."
Christine Quinn asked, "Can you tell me the reason?"
Rebecca Quentin responded, "Do you know about the feud between the Geoffrey family and the Quentin family in the previous generation?"
Christine Quinn shrugged with a smile, "If you’re talking about Alexander Quentin having killed Howard Geoffrey’s father, I think I’m aware of it."
"You know?" Rebecca Quentin was extremely shocked, "Why didn’t you tell me when you came to see me last time?"
Christine Quinn looked at the road ahead and laughed, "This matter has nothing to do with me."
Rebecca Quentin frowned, "Isn’t your breakup with Howard Geoffrey because you’re the daughter of Alexander Quentin?"
Christine Quinn shook her head, "If he broke up with me because of that, he would have started to take revenge on me at the beginning of our relationship. Clearly, I’m still alive and well, so this breakup reason is invalid."
Rebecca Quentin asked in confusion, "You mean Howard Geoffrey never cared about the previous generation’s enmity?"
"I can’t be entirely sure about that, but I am certain he gave up this feud for me; otherwise, we wouldn’t have been together all these years."
"Really?" Rebecca Quentin widened her eyes.
Christine Quinn smiled at Rebecca Quentin through the rearview mirror, "You didn’t choose to leave Howard Geoffrey because of this, did you?"
"I..." Rebecca Quentin remained silent.
Christine Quinn softly breathed out, "Actually, when it comes to matters of the heart, you should follow your feelings. If you believe the person you chose is right, don’t hesitate, persist in guarding and trusting them. I didn’t cherish him well, and caused myself to completely lose him, so after the breakup, I never blamed him."