Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 455 - 240: He Held Her Tight (2)

Through the dim light streaming in from outside, she could see that he was already lying in bed...

She didn’t know if he had fallen asleep, but she was grateful the light was off, preventing much awkwardness...

She walked to the bed and lay down on the other side, feeling a bit tense.

However, she was lying on her side with her back to him, so upon realizing he made no movement, her nervousness gradually calmed.

Yet, as she let go of her worries and closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep, he suddenly embraced her.

Rebecca Quentin’s breath immediately tightened, and she quickly turned to look at him.

His eyes remained closed, but his arm was wrapped around her waist.

Rebecca Quentin tried to pry his arm off but found he wouldn’t let go at all.

With no choice, she resigned to it, relieved that he was only holding her without any other moves.

Rebecca Quentin gradually stopped minding, turned sideways, and faced away from him, closing her eyes again.

Slowly, she heard his even breathing behind her, knowing he had fallen asleep...

For reasons unknown, after he fell asleep, she found herself unable to sleep and slowly opened her eyes.

He held her tightly, close to her, just like he did when he used to hold her to sleep...

This position was warm, and it was once her favorite; whenever he held her like this, she slept soundly, feeling satisfied with his presence by her side.

Very gently, she turned and looked at him.

The light streaming through the window faintly revealed his handsome features, and as she gazed at him, a bitterness welled up in her nose.

She finally understood why it was so difficult for him to let go of hatred and be with her...

Because making such a choice meant giving up on things he cared about.

And for her, he sacrificed his most cherished mother...

Regardless of who was behind his father’s death, his mother wouldn’t want to see him with her...

But he, always dutiful, defied his mother’s wishes and resolutely chose to be with her.

And she had once said the previous generation’s grudges shouldn’t burden ours, always persuading him to let go of hatred, to step into the light from darkness, but when faced with her own hatred, she failed... She was selfish.

Sadly, she hadn’t understood this truth back then. Only after losing did she realize what she once had was invaluable.

Yet, if given another choice, she feared she still couldn’t choose — because of her father’s death, she could never treat it as if it hadn’t happened.

She knew losing the child was heaven’s punishment for her...

Countless times she wanted to explain to him, but thinking about it, explaining now was unnecessary; she’d given up the chance to be with him, and clearing things up would only add to their mutual pain...

These eight years, he had truly been very tired...

Old Mrs. Robinson had said it right, any other woman in this world suited him more than she did; he should leave his dark life behind and choose a girl who could truly bring him sunshine, while she would only keep him in the shadows...

She didn’t know when she fell asleep last night, but when she woke up, it was still early, just eight in the morning.

She didn’t expect he had already gotten up when she awoke, but the lingering warmth in the bed showed he had just left...

She sat up, staring blankly at the now empty space beside her for a long time, and suddenly, she jumped out of bed, rushed to the window, and yanked the curtains open.

By coincidence, in the hotel parking lot, she saw him bend into the car...

She was useless, tears streamed down uncontrollably, and she could only cover her mouth tightly.

His car disappeared from her view in a cloud of dust...

She watched until the car vanished before stopping her sobs, forcing herself to open her eyes wide to suppress the gathering tears.

After washing up in the bathroom, Rebecca Quentin came out with only slightly reddened eyes, no longer showing any signs of distress.

Leaving the hotel, she quickly hailed a taxi to "QCS."

Because it was peak business hours, the car was stuck in traffic for a long time in New York City. By the time Rebecca Quentin arrived at "QCS," it was nearly ten o’clock.

Upon entering the "QCS" headquarters, Manager Smith hugged her...

"Becca, you predicted it perfectly, today a miracle really happened..."

Rebecca Quentin was so lost in thought that she didn’t catch what Manager Smith said, "Hmm?"

Manager Smith clasped Rebecca Quentin’s hand excitedly, "Do you know? This morning Director Lynn sent the final draft to ’Skytop,’ and who would have thought, ’Skytop’ responded in no time saying the design was approved..."

"Really?" Rebecca Quentin feigned surprise.

Manager Smith nodded vigorously, "Director Lynn said there would be no repercussions for this matter, we can return to New York at any time..."

"Mm!!"

"How wonderful, we no longer have to stay here looking for scolding... Becca, shall we go shopping this afternoon?"

"Sure, the last time because of Doctor Robinson, I couldn’t really shop around in New York, I have so many things I want to buy..."

"Then it’s settled!"

Afternoon.

Rebecca Quentin and Manager Smith, laden with bags, sat exhausted in the open-air coffee shop to rest.

Manager Smith took a sip of water and sighed, "Now that it’s resolved, my mood is really great..."

Rebecca Quentin also took a sip of water, smiling and nodding.

Manager Smith asked puzzledly, "Tell me, the design never got approved, how come it was approved at first glance today? This design doesn’t seem exceptionally good to me; I’ve heard Howard Geoffrey is shrewd and wise, how could he have mistakenly liked such a design?"

Rebecca Quentin said leisurely, "Perhaps influential people see things differently from us? I’ve looked at this design and there’s nothing flawed, it’s quite good, simple and elegant."

Manager Smith nodded, "Indeed... after all, anything produced by ’QCS’ is a masterpiece, Mr. Geoffrey’s choice couldn’t be wrong!"

"Mm."

"By the way, Becca, last night I couldn’t sleep and wanted to find you, but I knocked on the door for a long time and you didn’t answer, didn’t you stay overnight at the hotel?"

"Uh, I had a New York friend who wanted to chat last night, so I went out and returned very late."

Manager Smith furrowed his brows puzzledly, "Returned very late? But I knocked at your door again this morning and you also didn’t respond."