Rebecca glared fiercely at Howard Geoffrey, then stomped off toward the car, opened the door, and obediently got inside.
Following her into the car, he saw her sitting as far away from him as possible on the back seat. Howard Geoffrey couldn’t help but chuckle, "Do I have germs or something?"
Rebecca Quentin turned her head toward the window, choosing to ignore him completely.
Howard Geoffrey smirked and pressed the gas pedal.
The car slowly drove down the quiet, peaceful streets of the small town...
Looking as if he was concentrating on driving, Howard Geoffrey’s eyes kept glancing at Rebecca Quentin in the rearview mirror.
She continued to look out of the window, clearly still upset.
His thoughts began to wander...
She was never one to lose her cool and composure, but when facing her, he always lost control.
If last night’s kiss was just to punish her aloofness, the kiss just now was his uncontrollable desire...
As long as he was with her, he couldn’t think straight...
Always wanting to talk to her, tease her, as if there was never a rift between them.
If it weren’t for rationality and reality reminding him, in that moment of uncontrollable invasion of her lips, he would have definitely taken her into the car and driven to a deserted place...
"I don’t need you to help me!"
Rebecca Quentin brushed off Howard Geoffrey’s hand and got out of the car on her own.
Howard Geoffrey didn’t insist, allowing her to be cold, with a rare good temper.
Rebecca Quentin headed straight into the hospital, and Howard Geoffrey naturally followed silently behind her.
In the office, the doctor looked at the awkward tension between the couple and smiled at Rebecca Quentin, "The baby can feel the mother’s emotions, so the mom-to-be should maintain a good mood!"
Rebecca Quentin, who had never come for a prenatal check-up with such a bad mood, felt a bit embarrassed by the doctor’s words, awkwardly smiling as she sat down opposite the doctor.
The doctor, looking at the remarkable man in front of him, kindly said, "And the dad-to-be should take a seat too!"
Rebecca Quentin immediately said, "Doctor, he’s not my child’s father, I’m here on my own."
The doctor was puzzled, "He’s not your husband? But last time..."
At this moment, Howard Geoffrey sat down next to Rebecca Quentin, holding her with a smile on his lips, "Sorry, doctor, she’s still mad at me for not being with her more..."
Rebecca Quentin glared at Howard Geoffrey with resentment.
Howard Geoffrey’s smile remained calm and natural.
The doctor noticed Howard Geoffrey’s inherent excellence, "Mr. Geoffrey must be very busy, but no matter how busy, don’t neglect your wife. She needs care the most during pregnancy!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noᴠelfire.net
Gently kissing her face, Howard Geoffrey whispered hoarsely, "I’m sorry..."
Engaging in such an intimate act in public, Rebecca Quentin’s face flushed red with anger, "You..."
Howard Geoffrey had already turned his attention to the doctor, "May I ask what check-up my wife needs today?"
The doctor replied, "At five months, you’ll need a defect check-up, simply put, a 3D ultrasound to see the baby’s development."
Howard Geoffrey nodded, "Okay, doctor."
The doctor gently said to Rebecca Quentin, "Miss Quentin, please lie down on the bed!"
Knowing the ultrasound procedure, Rebecca Quentin awkwardly asked, "Doctor, right here?"
"But..." Rebecca Quentin glanced at the person beside her, "He’s here." She didn’t want to lift her shirt for him to see everything, not to mention that the scene was not very dignified.
The doctor smiled, "Since he’s your husband, he can be present."
"No, doctor, he..." Rebecca Quentin hurried to explain.
However, at this moment, Howard Geoffrey cut off her words, "It’s okay, I’ll wait outside." Saying this, Howard Geoffrey stood up.
Rebecca Quentin was slightly surprised.
Howard Geoffrey bent down and kissed Rebecca Quentin once more, whispering in her ear before leaving, "Tell me later who the baby resembles!"
Rebecca Quentin didn’t respond.
Howard Geoffrey turned and left.
Holding the ultrasound picture taken by the doctor, Rebecca Quentin walked out of the office feeling as joyful and happy as ever.
Howard Geoffrey, sitting on a chair in the hallway, caught a glimpse of Rebecca Quentin’s barely concealed excitement and immediately approached her, asking, "How did it go?"
Maybe because of her good mood, Rebecca Quentin handed over the ultrasound picture.
Howard Geoffrey took a glance at it, his handsome eyes showing doubt, "This is our son? So unattractive?" Gosh, that yellowish wrinkled look, truly far from good-looking.