Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 572 - 299: So Sweet 3

Howard Geoffrey lifted Becca’s chin, looking at her pouting lips, unable to resist a smile, "So someone spilled the vinegar jar..."

Becca irritably punched Howard’s body with her small fists, "You lied to me, you lied to me again..."

Fearful that Becca might accidentally touch his wound in her agitation, Howard quickly grasped her fists and coaxed, "I didn’t lie to you, I’ve truly handled everything with Alice."

Becca looked at him complainingly, "Are you planning to marry Alice and make me the home wrecker?"

Howard immediately furrowed his brows, "Where did such a startling idea come from?"

Becca angrily pushed Howard away, "Aren’t all rich people like this? One at home, N number outside."

Howard gave a wry smile, "If I really thought that way, I wouldn’t have chosen you..."

Becca gave Howard a fierce glare, "So you’re saying I can’t compare to Alice?"

Sweat immediately covered Howard’s forehead in a cold line.

Women, when they get jealous, are truly this terrifying, twisting every word a man says to the worst possible interpretation.

Howard hurriedly pulled Becca into his arms, softly explaining, "You’ve misunderstood me... Have you ever heard of anyone keeping an ex-wife as a home wrecker?"

"I..."

Becca was momentarily speechless, having to admit that she was just picking a quarrel with him.

Howard smiled and kissed Becca gently, "Can’t you feel how deeply I’m devoted to you?"

Becca looked seriously at Howard, "Then you have to promise me, Alice will never call you again, okay?"

"Alright, whatever you say, I promise."

"Also, besides Alice, no other women can call you either." Becca did not forget to add.

Howard’s handsome face showed an embarrassed smile, "You don’t trust me at all?"

Becca lightly pounded Howard’s chest with a coquettish touch, "Who told you to say once you didn’t love me..."

Howard laughed heartily, letting Becca vent her little anger.

They gazed at each other, with love clearly written on their faces.

At the same time, in another suburban villa kilometers away from Howard’s villa.

Chester Robinson sat alone on the sofa in the villa’s hall, quietly sipping the red wine by his hand.

The villa’s grand hall was illuminated by a single hazy yellow tassel chandelier, with other places unlit, making the vast villa appear extraordinarily deserted, and Chester’s handsome face was filled with solitude.

He took a sip of wine, then put down the glass, his gaze fixed on the pair of young figures still faintly dancing under the chandelier.

Classical romantic music, graceful dance steps...

He held her, quietly dancing in this open hall.

At that moment, the scent of her body seeped into his nostrils...

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, with both shyness and a deliberate distance.

Even so, he still felt a little dazed...

Several times he wanted to recklessly lower his head to kiss her, but every time he got close, he lacked the courage to do so.

Because he knew that once he let himself go, she might disappear from his side.

For thirty-five years, he’d never done anything beyond his plans, except for her, who was the unanticipated surprise in his life...

Since birth, he’d been abandoned by his parents, spending his childhood in an orphanage, where the director gave him the name "Chester," with the surname to be given by whoever adopted him in the future.

In the orphanage, due to his reclusive and dark personality, he had no friends and never proactively spoke with any of the children, thus becoming the least popular person there.

The director feared his reclusive and dark nature might lead him astray in the future, so he particularly wanted to recommend him to a well-mannered family.

The director hoped that these wonderful families could influence his dark heart, guiding him towards the right path, but the heavens seemed to work against that old director’s wishes...

Among the many couples who came to the orphanage to adopt children, none chose him.

Yes, at the time, he was thin and dark, not talkative, so how could anyone pick him?

The other kids in the orphanage began to mock him, saying he was a completely unwanted child...

He pretended not to care, but inside, there was always some defeat.

Later, those who mocked him were adopted one by one by good families, while he remained hidden in the darkest corner of the orphanage...

He hardly had any friends, his only friend was a little art buddy he met while the old director taught him literacy, from the kindergarten next to the orphanage.