Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 433 - 229: Facing You, Sunshine Ever After_2

Chapter 433: Chapter 229: Facing You, Sunshine Ever After_2

The door opened, and a waiter was already bowing respectfully, speaking in English, "Hello, Miss Robinson."

Miss Robinson?

Rebecca Quentin was bewildered by this form of address.

"Miss Robinson, where would you like to go? Should I call a car for you?"

"No, thank you."

Politely declining the waiter’s attentiveness, Rebecca Quentin walked into the elevator alone.

The remnants of last night’s alcohol still lingered in her body. She weakly leaned against the elevator, watching the numbers slowly descend, her thoughts hazy.

It wasn’t until the elevator chimed that Rebecca Quentin regained her consciousness.

Walking out of the elevator, she took her phone out of her evening bag and dialed Chester Robinson.

Chester Robinson’s phone indicated it couldn’t connect...

Rebecca Quentin reluctantly walked out of the hotel and stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi.

It was nearing noon, and taxis were scarce. She waited for a long time but couldn’t catch one, as those occasionally passing were already occupied.

Her head was still aching, and under the intense noon sunlight, she felt somewhat dizzy...

At that moment, a luxurious black sedan pulled up beside her feet.

She endured the dizziness and looked up, seeing the driver swiftly getting out of the car.

It was Jason Wood.

Jason Wood was at her side, gently saying, "Miss Quentin, the president invites you into the car."

Rebecca Quentin stared at the indistinct silhouette inside the black car window, hesitant.

He knew she was here, which means... last night, it really was him?

"Miss Quentin, get in the car!"

Jason Wood had already opened the car door for her.

Inside the car, he was flipping through a financial magazine, not sparing her a glance.

Thinking she had to clarify last night’s events, despite her indecisiveness, she got into the car. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The atmosphere inside the car was inexplicably eerie...

She sat beside him, able to sense his presence, carrying an air of coldness.

As the car was on the road, he set the financial magazine aside, turned his handsome face towards her, "Last night, you owe me an explanation!"

Swinging her face towards him suddenly, Rebecca Quentin was utterly shocked, "What... explanation?"

"You barged into my room last night, insisting on sleeping with me... don’t you owe me an explanation?"

Rebecca Quentin’s eyes widened larger, filled with disbelief.

Howard Geoffrey’s gaze was directed forward, his profile stern, his low voice indifferent, "Where has the pride you’ve been maintaining all these six months gone?"

Rebecca Quentin blushed, striving to remain calm as she spoke, "You’re lying. I didn’t even... go to your room last night."

Howard Geoffrey’s lips curved into a smile, "It seems you’re aware that the hotel’s security ’accidentally’ lost last night’s surveillance records, so even when leaving the hotel, you refuse to admit."

Detecting the sarcasm in his words, she coldly questioned, "What do you mean?" Was he implying she orchestrated it?

Howard Geoffrey looked at her again, squinting his mysterious dark eyes, speaking slowly, "I mean exactly what you’re thinking."

"Whether you believe it or not, I don’t know anything about what happened last night... I don’t even know what actually happened last night until now."

Howard Geoffrey’s lips formed a smirk, "Want me to help you remember it?"

Seeing his disbelieving, mocking expression, Rebecca Quentin lightly bit her lips.

Howard Geoffrey’s eyes were dark and intense, as if cornering her with no escape.

Rebecca Quentin fell silent.

"So you really want me to help you remember last night?"

At that moment, Rebecca Quentin slowly relaxed her lips, which were slightly pale from biting, but her gaze did not back down as she met his eyes. Calmly she said, "Are you sure I was in a normal state of mind last night?"

Witnessing her composed and serene response, Howard Geoffrey’s handsome face’s stern lines became even tenser.

Rebecca Quentin’s slightly pale face maintained its gentle softness.

During these silent seconds in the car, Rebecca Quentin’s phone suddenly rang.

Taking out her phone, she saw Chester Robinson’s number displayed on the screen, her expression becoming even softer.

She pressed the answer button, "Doctor Robinson... I was just thinking of finding you... Okay, I’m near XX Hotel, I’ll wait for you here."

Ending the call, Rebecca Quentin turned to the cold man by her side, "I’m sorry. I have something to do. Please drop me off by the roadside!"

Howard Geoffrey’s gaze fixed forward, his face expressionless.

Rebecca Quentin seeing Howard Geoffrey didn’t respond, spoke once more, "Could you..."

"Stop the car."

Howard Geoffrey’s voice was devoid of any warmth, interrupting Rebecca Quentin’s speech.

Rebecca Quentin looked out the window; the car had already stopped by the roadside.

Rebecca Quentin directly opened the car door and stepped out.

Unexpectedly, as she got out of the car, a chilling voice rang out.

"Next month, early, there will be Andrew’s first birthday party. I hope you don’t come under any pretext to see Andrew at the party because I don’t want to see you again."

His words were as sharp as arrows, piercing her chest at its weakest spot.

After listening to him, Rebecca Quentin stood in place for a second, then lifted her head and walked away.

By the time she reached the roadside where she was waiting for a taxi, the car had long departed.

Rebecca Quentin didn’t wait long before Chester Robinson drove up in a black car.

Getting off the car, Chester Robinson rushed to Rebecca Quentin’s side worriedly, "Why are you at this hotel? I’m so worried about you."

Rebecca Quentin looked up at Chester Robinson, "You don’t even know why I’m at this hotel?"

Chester Robinson shook his head, "Last night, as soon as you got into my car, you fell asleep. I was just about to drive you to the hotel when I suddenly received a call from my aunt. My uncle, having drunk too much, had a bleeding stomach. The situation was urgent. I had to return to the banquet scene to see my uncle, so I asked a waiter at the hotel to take you back to the hotel where we were staying... But when I returned to the hotel we were staying at, the waiter said you hadn’t returned last night—only then did I call you."