He stared at her intently, slowly letting out, "A knot in my heart that can’t be untied for over twenty years—it’s not possible to persuade me with a short few words, but for you, I’ll go see her."
She lifted her gaze to meet his gentle eyes, "Mr. Jones, I’m Alexander Quentin’s daughter, have you forgotten?"
He gave a faint smile, "I haven’t forgotten, but to take revenge on you, I can’t do it."
No woman had ever brought sunlight-like warmth into his life, but she could...
His initial intent in approaching her was to find out if Howard Geoffrey still cared for her, and also because she was Alexander Quentin’s daughter, his second target for revenge, but ever since four years ago, when he first saw her unconscious in that abandoned factory, he lost himself. He thought he could use four years to forget, but ultimately could not suppress the urge to go to T City and encounter her. She was like a clear spring injected into his life, cleansing his once murky soul, wishing only that this spring would flow for her alone from now on.
He tried to forget her, tried to restore his true nature through Christine Quinn, yet he could never erase her from his mind.
He wanted her, of all the women in the world, only her, regardless of whether she loved him or not.
She pondered why these words were not spoken to her by another...
Seeing her silent for a long time, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
She returned from her thoughts, shaking her head, "Nothing, I’m hungry, I want to eat."
"I’ll order for you."
He waved to call the waiter, not needing to ask her, he had already ordered the meal for her.
Whatever she liked or disliked, whatever she mentioned to him, he would keep it in his heart. All along, he could always provide her with such thoughtfulness and affection; this is truly putting someone in your heart. And as for the other person, she’s known him for six years, married for two, facing each other countless times day and night, yet he never did a single thoughtful or touching thing for her. Thinking back now, he didn’t love her; even during sweet times, he didn’t show it, and she was always letting herself not seriously care...
After finishing the meal and sitting in Skyler Jones’s car, Rebecca Quentin felt nauseous and queasy.
She endured until Skyler Jones let her out to park the car, when she rushed to the roadside and vomited into the trash can.
All the food she just ate was vomited out; she felt very unwell, as if she was completely exhausted, having no strength even to straighten up. Fortunately, Skyler Jones had already hurried over to support her.
He asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Skyler Jones quickly ran to the car to get bottled water.
Rebecca Quentin gargled and rinsed her mouth, finally feeling somewhat more comfortable.
Not waiting for Skyler Jones to question further, Rebecca Quentin hastily explained, "Actually, my stomach has never been very good, I can’t eat foods that are hard to digest. Dad often reminded me when I was little, but now that Dad’s passed away, I often don’t pay attention, forgot that what I ate just now is all hard to digest..."
Skyler Jones, looking rather tense, said, "Still feeling unwell? I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up!"
Rebecca Quentin straightened up, smiling as she said, "No need, it’s a small matter. It used to happen frequently, let’s go inside!"
Skyler Jones’s gaze lingered on Rebecca Quentin for a long time before he silently nodded. "Okay."
"Skytop" Group, President’s Office.
Rebecca Quentin meets Howard Geoffrey once again.
He was sitting on a soft sofa away from the light in the office, his long legs crossed, holding a cup of unknown liquid in his right hand, raising the wine glass as he looked in her direction.
"This glass, I toast to you, for you’ve managed to bring back Mr. Jones in mere three days."
Indeed, at this moment, Mrs. Geoffrey and Skyler Jones were meeting in the adjoining room of Howard Geoffrey’s office.
Rebecca Quentin calmly stated, "I’ve already done what you said, you should keep your promise."
"When did I say I would let you go?"
Howard Geoffrey smirked yet shot a cold and stern glance at her, his lips curled in mockery, "That thing you did, I haven’t settled with you yet, don’t you remember?"
Rebecca Quentin had lost patience, her tone rising, "What exactly do you want?" Heaven knows she truly feels unwell, her body tired, lacking any strength, yet in front of him, she refuses to bow down.
"Didn’t you say you weren’t afraid of death?"
Rebecca Quentin felt the surroundings begin to spin before her eyes; she was fiercely dizzy, perhaps due to thinking too much and lacking sleep lately. In the next second, she nearly fell, but thankfully her hand steadied itself on his desk.