Thinking of this, Rebecca Quentin took out her phone and dialed Mrs. Geoffrey’s number.
Unexpectedly, before Rebecca Quentin could make the call, her phone rang first.
Seeing the number on her screen, anger surged in Rebecca Quentin’s chest, and she directly chose to hang up.
Perhaps anticipating her reaction, a message followed: "Come to the window, don’t make me come up to fetch you."
Rebecca Quentin glanced at the French window covered by the curtains, then got out of bed and walked towards it.
Pulling open the curtain, Rebecca Quentin stared blankly at the tranquil night scene of the town.
Suddenly, a cluster of fireworks appeared in her line of sight.
More and more fireworks lit up the sky, casting brilliant colors on her face.
She looked up at the beautiful fireworks blooming in the sky, holding her breath.
The sparks from the fireworks streaked through the night sky like shooting stars; it’s a romantic scene that every girl loves to see. The display of fireworks ought to be noisy and bustling, yet the fireworks she saw seemed untouched by worldly clamor, silently infiltrating the sky, showcasing dazzling colors, then silently retreating into the night, waiting for the next bloom...
In an instant, she felt like she was in a world of her own, as if she was in Cinderella’s dream.
The fireworks continued for a long time, finally forming the words "Happy Birthday" in English in the sky...
Rebecca Quentin could not believe the scene before her. She covered her mouth, unable to control the emotions surging in her heart, and rushed downstairs.
She eagerly opened the door and ran out, suddenly stopping in her tracks, staring blankly at him not far off.
The fireworks still blossomed in the sky, and he approached with a faint smile on his handsome face.
Rebecca Quentin stood rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the sky filled with fireworks, and was suddenly drawn into his embrace.
Rebecca Quentin leaned on Howard Geoffrey’s shoulder, her throat choked with emotions, unable to speak.
"Becca, happy birthday!"
Tears rolled from Rebecca Quentin’s eyes.
Howard Geoffrey’s rough voice whispered in her ear, "These fireworks, I had them specially brought over from the Flowery Kingdom for you, do you like them?"
"How did you know today is my birthday?"
"If one cares, there’s nothing they wouldn’t know... Becca, can you forgive me and give us a chance to start over?"
Rebecca Quentin didn’t answer, her lips biting tightly, as if restraining her emotions. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel·fire.net
Howard Geoffrey held Rebecca Quentin tightly and continued in a hoarse whisper, "Do you really not care at all?"
Tears streamed from Rebecca Quentin’s eyes, she let Howard Geoffrey hold her, but didn’t reach out to embrace him; the tears fell more fiercely.
Until Howard Geoffrey felt his clothes getting wet, he slowly released her, looking at her tear-streaked face, his heart aching, "Don’t cry..."
Howard Geoffrey gently cupped her delicate face, softly wiping away the tears flowing from the corner of her eyes with his thumb.
Rebecca Quentin just continued to cry, without sobbing or choking, her eyes dazedly falling on his handsome face.
Rebecca Quentin let the tears flow, quietly looking at the face she once loved, "Howard Geoffrey, don’t you understand yet, it’s over between us..."
An indistinct voice escaped from Rebecca Quentin’s lips, impacting Howard Geoffrey’s heart, igniting an uncontrolled spark in his dark eyes, "Can’t we really start over? I know I’ve hurt you so much, but... can’t you give me a chance to make it up to you?"
He didn’t answer, he could only perceive from her suddenly fragmented breathing that she was not indifferent.
He held his breath, waiting.
As if a century had passed, Rebecca Quentin’s soft voice slowly rose.
"Howard Geoffrey, do you remember the day I decided to be with you, I asked you something..."
"I asked you if you would be good to me for the rest of life." Rebecca Quentin’s voice was hoarse, her lashes tightly shut, "Back then, you answered me — Yes."
Howard Geoffrey suddenly fell silent.
Rebecca Quentin smiled faintly at this moment, a smile filled with sorrow, carrying pain and self-mockery, slowly, softly, tearing into his heart with every word, choking out, "Do you know, I believed every single word you said, I loved you so deeply, but you never took my feelings seriously, playing with me at will, treating me as a plaything... I have let go of all these because I know the Quentin family owes the Geoffrey family too much, it’s a debt I must repay, so even if I hate you, resent you, I will not take revenge... And today, when I have already lost all hope in you, you come telling me again that you want to be with me..." Then Rebecca Quentin laughed, "Isn’t this the biggest joke? If I still choose to be with you, how could I ever face my heart, which you left so wounded? Even if I’m willing to give you another chance, even if I’m willing to love you like a moth to a flame as before... my wings are already broken, I can no longer fly..."