CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 37: IN FRONT OF HIM, SHE PRETENDS TO BE VERY CLEVER AND WELL-BEHAVED

Rebecca Quentin, supported by a maid, sat down on a wooden chair and asked faintly, "Have you ever been in love?"

The young maid looked up and said, "Of course. Who hasn’t been in love these days?"

"Is your current boyfriend good to you?"

"He’s very kind to me. Although he’s not rich, he picks me up whenever I have time off. Then we go shopping, watch movies, and on our anniversaries, he gives me flowers or gifts..." Having rattled on, the young maid suddenly realized she was in front of Rebecca Quentin, quickly covered her mouth, and glanced at her.

In fact, everyone in the Geoffrey household knew that Howard Geoffrey and Rebecca Quentin’s relationship had broken down. Howard’s kindness to Rebecca was only because of the child in her belly.

Rebecca Quentin gave the maid an encouraging smile.

The maid said awkwardly, "Uh, Ma’am, I didn’t mean to bring this up in front of you..."

"It’s fine. I’ve never been in love, so hearing about your experiences is quite interesting."

Hearing Rebecca Quentin’s words, the maid’s eyes widened in surprise. "Ma’am, didn’t you and Mr. Geoffrey marry for love?"

Rebecca Quentin shook her head slightly, her gaze drifting into the distance.

The maid furrowed her brow. "Ma’am, I actually think Mr. Geoffrey is very good to you. I’ve heard from some of the more senior maids in the Geoffrey household that he was very good to you for the first two years of your marriage. It seems your relationship only faced a crisis after he didn’t attend your father’s funeral..."

Rebecca Quentin gave a cold laugh. "Really? You think he’s good to me?"

The maid nodded vigorously. "Ma’am, forgive me for being bold, but we all think that between you and Mr. Geoffrey, it seems you’re the one who cares less. Previously, whenever Mr. Geoffrey came home, you were always indifferent. Later, when your relationship soured, you just let it be. But Mr. Geoffrey is different. When he found out you were pregnant, he brought you back home. When you wouldn’t eat, he forced you to. When you were willful, he indulged you. And when you had an accident, he rushed back at the first opportunity..."

So, he was so "good" to her? Why couldn’t she feel it at all?

What they saw was just a façade. If they had seen the vicious way he’d grabbed her throat yesterday, trying to kill her, would they still think he cared for her?

They simply didn’t understand him. He was capricious, his thoughts deep and unpredictable. Even if he suddenly treated her well, it was likely for some ulterior motive...

「In the evening, at the hotel.」

Outside the suite, Jason Wood said with a worried frown, "Boss, Miss Quinn hasn’t touched her lunch or dinner. Now..."

Howard Geoffrey glanced at Christine Quinn, who was sitting dejectedly by the floor-to-ceiling window, and waved his hand. "You can go now."

"Yes, sir."

Approaching Christine Quinn from behind, Howard Geoffrey asked calmly, "Are you angry with me?"

The dejected Christine Quinn seemed not to hear, her gaze fixed ahead.

Howard Geoffrey didn’t comfort her; he simply turned to leave.

Hearing his retreating footsteps, Christine Quinn suddenly stood up. Facing him, she asked mournfully, "You won’t even give me an explanation?"

Howard Geoffrey stopped but kept his back to her, saying coolly, "I thought we didn’t need explanations."

Christine Quinn walked up to Howard Geoffrey, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Howard, from the very beginning until now, I’ve never doubted our feelings for each other. But ever since I found out you’ve been married to Rebecca Quentin for two years, my heart feels like it’s shattered. When I said I would sue Alexander Quentin, you were clearly displeased. When I actually did it, you helped her. And this morning, when I learned you’d hired lawyers to help Rebecca Quentin again, do you have any idea how much that hurt me?"

Howard Geoffrey replied calmly, "She can’t handle such a blow right now."

Hearing the implicit pity in his words, Christine Quinn’s long lashes glistened with unshed tears. She said with a bitter tang, "So you finally admit you care about her... I knew it. Two years of living together day and night couldn’t have been for nothing."

Howard Geoffrey stated almost without thinking, "You’re overthinking things. She has never been important to me."

Christine Quinn looked up, her vision blurred by tears, and gazed at Howard Geoffrey. "How can I believe you?"

"We’ll get married in a year."

Hearing Howard Geoffrey’s words, the desolation in Christine Quinn’s eyes instantly transformed into astonishment. As if she couldn’t believe it, she stammered, "What... what did you say? Get married?"

Howard Geoffrey gazed deeply into her eyes. "I’m sorry I haven’t made you that promise before now."