Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 421 - 223: The Relationship Between Josie and Geoffrey (1_2)

Chapter 421: Chapter 223: The Relationship Between Josie and Geoffrey (1_2)

She slowly followed their laughter, but the smile on her face felt somewhat unnatural.

She didn’t think too much about it deep down, but suddenly hearing his voice, she still couldn’t quite move on...

This inability to move on wasn’t because she hadn’t let go yet, but because there was a certain sadness in her heart. After all, after so many years of entanglement, she hadn’t expected such a bleak ending. And at this moment, they seemed to be very far apart from one another.

On the way back to the hotel, Manager Smith was in a good mood.

Inside the taxi, noticing that Rebecca Quentin hadn’t spoken much all the way, Manager Smith couldn’t help but ask with concern, "Secretary Quentin, what’s wrong? Have you been busy all day, are you tired?"

"No, I’m thinking about work. Mr. Gordon said he wants all the design drafts this week. That means we have to stay in New York for at least another week, but it seems there are a lot of deals in discussion in T City too. I’m afraid if you’re busy here, you might not be able to oversee T City as well."

"It’s fine, if there are any issues they’ll contact me. I can take this time to see how well they behave without me."

Although worried, Rebecca Quentin didn’t forget to speak well of her colleagues, "I think they won’t let you down, Manager."

Manager Smith nodded, "I think so too, haha... Anyway, since work is over, let’s not think about work anymore. Becca, I’m in a good mood tonight, how about going to a bar to relax?"

"Bar?"

Rebecca Quentin was startled.

Manager Smith laughed and asked back, "What? Think it’s strange for someone my age to want to go to a bar?"

"No, lots of people like going to bars to relieve stress, it’s not related to age."

Manager Smith nodded, "I just go to bars to have a drink, watch those young people dance, makes me feel much younger."

"But Manager, I’ve never been to a ’bar,’ I..."

Seeing Rebecca Quentin hesitating, Manager Smith said, "Forget it, I won’t drag you along. Judging by your expression, you’re obviously not someone who frequents bars. You’re young and pretty; if you were to get drunk with me at a bar, I’d really worry about you being taken away by bad people."

Rebecca Quentin replied embarrassedly, "Manager Smith, I don’t know how to drink..."

"Then I definitely can’t take you."

Rebecca Quentin felt awkward.

Manager Smith said, "I’ll have the driver take you back to the hotel first."

"Thank you, Manager."

Back at the hotel.

After a busy day, Rebecca Quentin was indeed a bit tired...

After taking a shower and lying in bed, thinking about the busy days ahead in New York, Rebecca Quentin closed her eyes immediately, needing to sleep early to have enough energy for work tomorrow.

Who would’ve thought just as she closed her eyes, her phone rang...

Rebecca Quentin instinctively thought it was Manager Smith and, with her eyes closed, grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

As she slightly opened her eyes and saw the number on the phone screen, her eyes widened instantly, and she sat up.

A familiar series of numbers appeared before Rebecca Quentin’s eyes, one after another.

Rebecca Quentin leaned against the head of the bed, staring blankly at the number displayed on the phone, feeling a bit incredulous.

The phone kept ringing, as if urging her to pick it up...

She had not expected that tonight, she would receive a call from him...

She hesitated greatly, thinking there wasn’t anything left to communicate between them, yet Andrew was with him...

She really missed Andrew, she really wanted to...

Finally, she pressed the answer button and slowly brought the phone to her ear.

She was prepared for what she might hear, but who would’ve thought, from the other end came not his voice, but the innocent sound of a child...

Rebecca Quentin’s heart trembled violently; by her ear, the child was making those single-syllable sounds that parents couldn’t understand before they learned to speak.

Rebecca Quentin didn’t speak; she just listened.

It was obviously a child who accidentally dialed the phone...

Because she could clearly hear the child’s innocent voice coming closer, then farther away, and the muffled sound as the phone fell on the bed or sofa.

"@#￥%@"

The unintelligible child-like sounds were clearly transmitted, causing Rebecca Quentin to suddenly cover her mouth, her nose souring, and her eyes reddening.

Andrew...

Mrs. Geoffrey sat at the edge of the bed holding Andrew while he played gleefully with Daddy’s phone on the bed.

The bathroom door opened, and Howard Geoffrey, wrapped only in a bath towel, emerged from the bathroom.

The young maid standing by Mrs. Geoffrey blushed as she saw the already incredibly handsome master with such an exquisite physique.

Water droplets hung from his well-defined chest, trickling down in streams, his abdominal muscles and pelvic lines faintly visible, exuding great allure.

Mrs. Geoffrey naturally didn’t pay attention to these things about her son; seeing Howard Geoffrey come out, she picked Andrew up from the bed, "I knocked earlier, and there was no response. The door wasn’t closed, so I came in."

"Hmm."

"I’ll talk after you get changed."

Mrs. Geoffrey then took Andrew out of the room.

When Mrs. Geoffrey returned to the room with Andrew, Howard Geoffrey was dressed and fastening the cuff of his shirt.

Mrs. Geoffrey asked, "Are you going out tonight?"

Howard Geoffrey picked up his watch and fastened it on his wrist, "Yes."

Mrs. Geoffrey frowned, "Another social engagement?"

Howard Geoffrey didn’t reply.

"I wanted to discuss Andrew’s one-year-old birthday celebration with you... I had planned to talk about it earlier, since less than a month is left, arranging things last minute would be rushed. But with you leaving early and returning late for work, there’s no opportunity to discuss things."

Howard Geoffrey responded indifferently, "You can handle the arrangements."

"I certainly know how to arrange it, but you need to have time too. You can’t be absent for Andrew’s one-year-old birthday because of your so-called work commitments."

"You set the date, I won’t miss it."

Mrs. Geoffrey sighed lightly, "Alright, I’ll set a date and let you know."

"Hmm."

Seeing Howard Geoffrey preparing to leave, Mrs. Geoffrey took the phone away from Andrew, handing it to him, "He was playing here earlier; he seemed really curious about your phone, so I let him play with it for a while."

Howard Geoffrey took the phone, his gaze falling on the little one who was now looking at him with clear eyes.

The little one didn’t seem pleased about having the phone taken away and immediately pouted...