Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 606 - 316: Chester Robinson’s Memories 2_2

Chapter 606: Chapter 316: Chester Robinson’s Memories 2_2

"Think carefully about your situation with Mr. Jones."

Christine Quinn sighed with a smile, "Silly sister, I’ve already told you, I’ll find you a brother-in-law as soon as possible."

"But you know what I really want to see is you three together as a family..."

"Stop it... I’m already bothered to no end by Marie in Y City, I don’t want to come to you to escape and still have to worry about this issue."

Rebecca Quentin took Christine Quinn’s always cold hand in hers and held it tightly, "After all the hardships Howard Geoffrey and I have been through, we’ve managed to be together. What makes you think your feelings with Mr. Jones will just end without a trace?"

Christine Quinn shook her head with a smile, "You have no idea what kind of person Skyler Jones is, nor do you know what kind of person I am in his mind. However, since you all envision me being with him, and Marie has always hoped that Skyler Jones and I don’t separate, I’ll give Skyler Jones a chance. Actually, it’s also a reason to persuade you all to give up the idea of me being with him..."

"Go on."

"If on the day you and Howard Geoffrey get married, Skyler Jones shows up at your wedding, then I’ll let go of my prejudice against him, and as long as he’s willing to be with me, I’ll choose him without hesitation."

Rebecca Quentin’s eyes slightly narrowed, "Mr. Jones won’t come to my wedding with Howard Geoffrey?"

Christine Quinn laughed coldly, "What do you think? He’s forced himself to let go of the woman he loves, and now he’s supposed to watch her marry his own brother?"

Rebecca Quentin suddenly fell silent.

Christine Quinn snickered, "I’ve known him for so many years, always seeing him with a self-important demeanor, but he ultimately also has things he wants but can’t get."

"Maybe Mr. Jones’s thoughts right now are different from what you think."

"Let’s assume they aren’t different, just wait for him to come to the wedding... If he does come, and is willing to walk with me, I will not refuse."

Rebecca Quentin said seriously, "Then you can’t go back on your words."

"I mean what I say. However, I must make one thing clear... Skyler Jones attending your wedding must be of his own volition, and not due to other factors, such as you inviting him over the phone or Howard using some methods to force him to come."

Already determined to discuss how to persuade Skyler Jones to attend the wedding with Howard, Rebecca Quentin was instantly struck by Christine Quinn’s sharpness.

Christine Quinn, seeing Rebecca Quentin staring blankly, smiled, "Remember, he must come on his own, otherwise what I promised you won’t count."

"Alright, I believe Mr. Jones will definitely come." Actually, at this moment, Rebecca Quentin wasn’t sure, but she was already happy that Christine Quinn was willing to take a step back in her relationship with Skyler Jones.

Alice Robinson walked to the balcony, throwing a pile of newspaper magazines onto the ground.

Chester Robinson was leisurely sipping red wine. Seeing Alice’s furious expression, he raised an eyebrow slightly, "What’s wrong?"

Alice, boiling with anger, sat down on the chair and gradually calmed down, her voice dropping word by word, "Howard Geoffrey has already announced the wedding date... he’s getting married to Rebecca Quentin in five days."

Chester Robinson casually replied, "Wasn’t this something that should’ve been expected?"

Alice spoke with sorrow and anger, "They’re about to get married... does what we’re doing now even have any meaning?"

"Haven’t they gotten married yet?"

"But someone has already seen Howard Geoffrey and Rebecca Quentin go to the registry to register..."

"Even if they’ve registered, it’s still possible to reverse things before the marriage certificate is in hand."

"Do you mean you have a way to ruin Rebecca Quentin and Howard Geoffrey’s wedding?"

Chester Robinson sipped his wine, a confident smile curving his lips, "You don’t need to worry about that. You’ve done what I asked you to do well, now you just need to sit back and watch."

"But there are only five days..."

"That’s already enough for me."

Alice finally relaxed, "I trust you because you’ve never broken your promises to me."

Chester Robinson smiled lightly, then put down his wine glass, beckoning Alice with his finger.

Alice shook her head, her body slightly tense.

Sensing the wary look in Alice’s eyes, Chester Robinson frowned, "What are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll mess with you?"

Alice turned her face to the side.

Chester Robinson laughed contemptuously, "It seems your body has always been reserved for Howard Geoffrey."

Alice remained silent.

For once, Chester Robinson didn’t continue his sarcastic remarks and spoke softly, "Don’t worry, I’m not in the mood today. I just want you to draw me a smiley face."

Alice turned around in confusion, "A smiley face?"

"Yes, like you used to draw."

Alice frowned, "Chester, are you out of your mind? At such a tense moment, you want me to draw a childish smiley face for you?"

Yes, he always had her draw smiley faces for him, from childhood until now, always inexplicably.

Chester Robinson spoke directly, "There’s paper and colored pencils in the room, I want you to draw it in front of me."

"Lunatic!"

Alice cursed, stood up, and wanted to leave.

However, the moment Alice turned around, Chester Robinson coldly said, "If you leave, don’t expect me to help you get Howard Geoffrey!"

Alice’s steps halted on the spot. Seconds later, she turned back in frustration, "Are you some kind of psychopath? Haven’t I drawn enough over these years?"

Chester Robinson quietly drank his wine and lightly said, "I’m waiting for you."

A few minutes later, Alice handed Chester Robinson a smiley face drawn on a blank sheet with a red crayon.

It was a very simple smiley face, the kind only a child would draw.

Chester Robinson gazed at the smiley face, lost in thought for a long time.

Big brother, don’t be sad anymore, I’ll give you a smiley face.

The childish voice of a little girl seemed to still surround his ears, with the feeling of being enveloped by warmth from the cold still present.

The smiley face Alice drew was so much like the one "she" used to draw. Over the years, does "she" know that it’s only when he thinks of "her" and sees this smiley face that he can feel that his heart has warmth?

Even knowing that Alice isn’t "her", he still treated her as if she were "her", showering her with infinite love and extreme tolerance.

He searched for "her" for over twenty years, yet "she" seemed to have never appeared in his life, vanishing without a trace.

He regretted never having the courage to turn his head and look at "her", but he also knew that even if he had turned his head, he might have just watched her run away in fear.

Because he couldn’t find "her", even knowing Alice couldn’t be "her", he still refused to admit that "she" had disappeared from his world, and could only imagine Alice as "her".