Inside the bathroom, steady footsteps approached.
With her back to the newcomer, Rebecca Quentin was bent over, adjusting the bathtub’s water temperature.
Suddenly, a strong arm reached around her from behind, holding her tightly...
The familiar, pleasant masculine scent of a certain someone invaded her nostrils. Allowing herself to be embraced, she asked softly, "Why did you come home early?"
Howard Geoffrey buried his head in her neck, savoring her faint fragrance, and murmured indistinctly, "What, you didn’t want me to come back?"
Howard Geoffrey turned Becca around. His deep, dark eyes fixed intensely on her as he whispered tenderly, "Honey, I missed you so much..."
Becca had never been able to resist Howard Geoffrey’s affectionate gazes, so she slowly lowered her head, falling silent.
Suddenly, Howard Geoffrey picked up Becca by her hips and placed her on the bathroom countertop...
Becca naturally knew what Howard Geoffrey wanted to do. She hurriedly said, "Geoffrey... Howard, can you take a bath first?"
Having been married for two years, she knew his habits well. Almost every time he returned from a business trip, he was like a wolf starved for days. She was really afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle him.
"No rush." He uttered two simple words, already carrying her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom’s large bed...
As daylight broke, Becca slowly awakened from her slumber.
The soreness of her body reminded her of the previous night’s intensity, which had caused her to sleep from yesterday afternoon until now.
After a glance at her empty surroundings, she sat up, hugging the quilt, and calmly changed her clothes and washed up. Yes, she was long used to not seeing him after their intimate moments...
In fact, over the past two years, they rarely awoke to the morning light together. If not for the occasional nights when she woke up and saw him sleeping right beside her, she would seriously doubt if they had even shared a bed during these two years.
After washing up, she called for the maid who always attended her.
The maid hesitantly handed Becca the pill and carefully advised, "Young Madam, I’m sure the Master truly wishes for you to have his child..."
"Really?" Becca’s response was neither cold nor warm as she took the pill and, without hesitation, swallowed it with water.
The maid sighed softly. "If the Master knew you didn’t want a child, Young Madam, he would be deeply upset..."
After taking the pill, Becca gazed blankly into the distance, then gave a faint smile. "I think if I had his child, he’d be the one in distress! Besides, if he wants a child, there are others to give birth for him."
The maid didn’t understand Becca’s words. Scratching her head in confusion, she said, "The Master loves you so much, Young Madam, why would he be in distress? He would never want anyone else to bear his children!"
Becca looked gently at the maid who attended her, her faint smile lingering. "You know," she said, "falling in love with someone you don’t truly understand is actually quite sad. If, on top of that, you lack self-awareness, it’s even sadder."
The maid grew even more puzzled. "Er..."
Becca didn’t continue the discussion with the maid. Smiling, she said, "That’s enough talk. You may go now."
"Yes." The maid immediately withdrew.