Rebecca Quentin’s breath became somewhat erratic, and she didn’t dare to offend him easily, so she could only plead with him in an extremely low and humble tone, "Please call your mother about this matter, I know you’re going to France tomorrow and must be busy, so why not help me resolve this today!"
"Sure!" Howard Geoffrey agreed readily.
Rebecca Quentin had always found Howard Geoffrey’s thoughts hard to fathom. At this moment, she wasn’t sure if he truly agreed until she saw him take out his phone.
Rebecca Quentin held her breath, watching him dial his mother’s number.
The call quickly connected, and he pressed the speakerphone, indeed revealing the kind voice of Mrs. Geoffrey.
"Mom, what are you doing now?"
"I... I’m about to go to the restaurant for lunch."
"Mom, Rebecca Quentin called me. She said you brought Andrew to New York?!"
Possibly feeling guilty, Mrs. Geoffrey paused for a long time on the other side before answering truthfully, "Yes, I couldn’t not bring Andrew. He’s my grandson, I have no reason to let him suffer with Rebecca Quentin."
"But I’ve signed an agreement with Rebecca Quentin, and the custody belongs to her."
Mrs. Geoffrey replied, "I didn’t say I was going to fight her for custody; I just feel for my grandson. As the grandmother, isn’t it reasonable for me to take care of the child for a few days?"
"Of course, but when Rebecca Quentin wants to take the child back, you must not obstruct her. I don’t want to breach the agreement because of this." Original content can be found at novel~fire~net
"I understand, we’ll talk when she comes to New York."
With that said, Howard Geoffrey hung up the call and casually tossed his phone onto the bed beside him.
Howard Geoffrey gazed intently at Rebecca Quentin’s now-relaxed beautiful face, a subtle, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he teasingly said, "I’ve settled this matter for you, so do you think you should reward me by offering yourself to me?"
Rebecca Quentin gasped, her body pressed against the door, looking at him in panic.
Howard Geoffrey was already leaning down...
Rebecca Quentin didn’t react in time, staring wide-eyed as he pressed his lips to hers.
When his warm thin lips brushed against her softness, Rebecca Quentin shivered, instinctively turning her head, her hands resisting against his chest, "No..."
Amidst her faint body fragrance, Howard Geoffrey was infatuated, obsessed, wanting to continue the intimate embrace, yet stalled because of her turning away.
He wasn’t in a hurry, seeing her turn away, his gaze fixed on her slightly moist, budding rose-like alluring lips. Suddenly, he tilted his head and patiently kissed her again.
Who knew, before his lips could touch hers, she had already turned away again.
Howard Geoffrey paused once more, his dark eyes skimmed over her flushed face, pretending to move in for another kiss.
This time, Rebecca Quentin strongly pushed against his descending body, closing her eyes and speaking timidly, "Don’t do this..."
Howard Geoffrey quietly gazed at her delicate face for a few seconds, then softly said, "Why won’t you look at me?"
Rebecca Quentin answered with her eyes closed, "Howard Geoffrey, you helped me, and I am very grateful, but you can’t ignore this matter because you should make it clear to your mother about our agreement..."
Howard Geoffrey cunningly darkened, "So, you think it’s only right for me to help you?"
Hearing a hint of displeasure in his words, Rebecca Quentin, fearing she would offend, lowered her voice, "I didn’t say it was only right for you to help me, but by helping me, you’re also helping yourself. After all, you wouldn’t want to be tangled with me over the child, right?"
Howard Geoffrey gazed at Rebecca Quentin’s meek face for a few seconds before speaking with a distant tone, "I remember telling you before..."
With deep affection in his magnetic voice, Howard Geoffrey said, "I wasn’t just pretending, Rebecca Quentin, what I want now is to be involved with you."
Upon hearing this, Rebecca Quentin’s body trembled heavily.
Howard Geoffrey suddenly removed Rebecca Quentin’s anxious hands from his chest and made her embrace him.
Rebecca Quentin naturally didn’t follow the request, her hands shaking as they fell, with no desire to get close to him.
Howard Geoffrey unyieldingly brought her hands back up, forcing her to wrap her arms around his waist, his brow slightly furrowed, "Are you really this afraid to be close to me?"
Rebecca Quentin wanted to pull her hands back, but Howard Geoffrey clamped her tight with his elbows.
In every encounter with him, she feared nothing more than his strong-armed coercion.
His strength was overwhelming, and he never stopped until he achieved his goals. If she resisted head-on, she wouldn’t stand a chance; if she yielded, he’d become even more relentless, making her as bewildered as she was now. She feared he’d think she was playing hard to get, but she truly had no intention of provoking him...
At this moment, she didn’t want to fallout or argue with him because her mind was filled with thoughts of Andrew. She was terrified that offending him could really make her lose Andrew.
She knew that if he suddenly wanted to fight for custody again, she had no chance of winning against him.
Howard Geoffrey knew that Rebecca Quentin had retracted her usual sharp claws due to concerns about the child. Precisely because he had finally found the chance to have a proper conversation with her, his lips curled into a teasing, wicked smile, "Becca, do you know what attracts me most about you?"
His breath, so close, seemed to get hotter as it brushed across her face, causing her to blush with shyness, and she uncontrollably blurted, "I don’t want to hear you say this..."
At this moment, he was bound to say something more embarrassing; she even guessed the answer to his question.
She remembered many people saying that men could separate sex from love, and for her, he mostly felt physical attraction, not love, so naturally, her body was what attracted him.
Even though she’d predicted every expression on Rebecca Quentin’s face and was immersed in teasing her, Howard Geoffrey continued with feigned seriousness, "I just want to tell you some heartfelt words; why does your face look ?"
Suddenly, Rebecca Quentin wanted to find a hole to crawl into; how could she have misunderstood him!
Then what did he want to say?
Howard Geoffrey observed every subtle expression on Rebecca Quentin’s face, curling his lips, speaking in an extremely sincere tone, "You’ve always known how to choose. When you love, you can be as reckless and fearless as a flamingo; when you don’t, you’re like a pure lily, untouchable by disrespect. It’s precisely your genuine innocence, without schemes, without malice, simply following your heart, living with such composure."
Living with such composure...