CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 37 IN FRONT OF HIM, SHE PRETENDS TO BE VERY CLEVER_2

Christine Quinn covered her mouth, her face showing indescribable joy. "Is this true?" Knowing that after what had happened, she never dared to hope she could marry him...

Howard Geoffrey smirked slightly. "If you want me to propose on one knee, I might not be able to do that."

At that moment, Christine rushed into Howard’s arms...

He held her, bent over, and pressed his lips to hers.

She hooked her arms around his neck and kicked off her high heels.

He lifted her up and threw her onto the bed...

Clothes fell to the floor...

She hurriedly undid his buttons, but at the last moment, his phone suddenly began to vibrate.

She clung to his body, wanting him to ignore it, but as the vibration grew stronger, he slowly put her down.

"Howard..."

Christine wrapped her arms around his neck, seemingly not wanting to be interrupted for their first time.

"Good girl..." he gently patted her arms, which were around his neck.

Christine reluctantly let him go, then burrowed under the covers, gazing at him with burning eyes.

He casually put on a robe and stood up, checking the number displayed on the screen. Walking to the window, he answered the call. "What’s up?"

"Sir, Lady Rebecca is very uncomfortable. I’ve already had the driver take her to the hospital. Do you want to come back and see her?" The concerned voice of the Geoffrey’s housekeeper came from the other end of the phone.

Ending the call, Christine crawled back onto Howard’s body. "Is something wrong?"

Howard gave Christine a peck on her cheek and softly said, "Be good and stay here. I have to go out for a bit."

In a good mood, Christine pecked Howard’s lips and nodded. "Then hurry back!"

"Mhm."

「Hospital.」

Rebecca Quentin lay weakly in bed, pale and drained of color, her abdominal pain causing beads of cold sweat to form on her forehead.

"Sir."

The housekeeper who had been taking care of Rebecca respectfully called out to him.

Rebecca knew who it was but lacked the strength to open her eyes and look at him.

Howard asked, "How is she?"

The doctor who was examining Rebecca replied, "I need to do a thorough checkup on Lady Geoffrey. Please step out for a moment."

About half an hour later, the doctor came out of the room.

The housekeeper immediately approached him. "Doctor, is our madam alright?"

The doctor looked at Howard and said gravely, "Mr. Geoffrey, I’m afraid my concerns have come true."

Howard’s eyes darkened, seemingly contemplating the doctor’s words.

Under pressure, the doctor continued, "I mentioned last time that your wife showed signs of miscarriage. I thought that since she is so young, as long as she is careful and takes medication to support the pregnancy, there should be no major issues in keeping the baby. But today, after checking on your wife again, I found that her condition is much weaker than we initially thought. The bleeding today is quite severe, and I’m worried that her body won’t be able to handle continuing the pregnancy. My suggestion is to terminate the pregnancy before we can be sure whether the fetus can develop normally inside her body. This would be the most beneficial to your wife’s physical recovery. Of course, if you choose to continue with the pregnancy, you must be fully prepared for the possibility of acute heavy bleeding in the later stages."

Howard asked one last question, "Isn’t there any other way?"

"We’ve done our best..."

This time, even at the risk of offending Howard, the doctor could only sigh with helplessness.

Since she had been given painkillers at the hospital, the pain in Rebecca’s body slowly subsided. But due to the severe bleeding earlier, she was still very scared.

At this moment, Mr. Geoffrey walked into the ward from outside.

Rebecca struggled to sit up but was held back by the nurse in the room. "Mrs. Geoffrey, you should lie down and rest more. Don’t rush to get up."

Having no choice but to lie down again, Rebecca looked at Howard with apprehension. "What did the doctor say?"

Howard waved for the nurse to leave.

The nurse nodded and left.

Seeing that he didn’t answer, Rebecca ignored the pain in her body, sat up, and grabbed his shirt. "Is there something wrong with the baby?"

He didn’t answer.

At that moment, the housekeeper, whom Rebecca had sent to ask the doctor, came running in excitedly and joyfully said, "Madam, the doctor said the baby is fine, just fine! Just keep taking the medication to support the pregnancy."

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted...

Seeing Howard, the housekeeper immediately resumed a respectful demeanor and awkwardly stepped aside.

Hearing what the housekeeper said, Rebecca stroked her belly and lay back down, letting out a huge sigh of relief. She had been terrified at home; at first, it was just a vague pain, but it later developed into bleeding that became heavier and heavier...

Luckily, she had promptly ordered the housekeeper to send her to the hospital; otherwise, the baby might have...

"You stay and take care of her!"

Leaving only these words, Howard said nothing more and turned to leave.

The housekeeper bowed. "Yes, sir."

As Howard turned to leave the room, Rebecca, who had been watching his retreating figure, suddenly noticed the not-so-obvious red lipstick mark on his black shirt.

Just a moment ago, she had felt an inexplicable joy at his arrival, but now she suddenly felt as if she had plunged into the depths of despair, slowly being engulfed by darkness.

"Madam, are you still in pain?" The housekeeper noticed Rebecca’s unresponsive gaze and hurriedly asked.

"I’m fine, I just want to rest for a while."

"Alright, I’ll go out for now. Later, I’ll make some soup for you to drink."

After the housekeeper left the room, Rebecca turned on her side and suddenly scoffed.

Rebecca Quentin, what nonsense are you imagining now?

You and he only have the title of husband and wife left. You have no right to control him, nor are you in any position to care. So what if he was entangled with another woman when you had your accident?

Huh, what a stupid woman...

Christine had just stepped out of the bathroom when she saw Howard standing by the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to the light.

After drying her hair, she walked over to him. "Howard..."

"Mm."

She leaned against him, embracing him. "You’re back. What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"

Howard lifted her chin, and his gentle dark eyes met hers. "Why are you so curious about everything?"

Christine answered passionately and earnestly, "I’m curious about everything concerning you."

"Good girl..." he pecked her lips. "I have something else on my mind. You go to bed first."