Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 617 - 322: His Heart Actually Hurts More Than Hers (1)

His model-like figure is impeccable, always making hearts race and cheeks blush whenever one sees him.

Rebecca Quentin’s face reddened slightly as she approached Howard Geoffrey and softly said, "The water is ready, you can go wash up."

Howard Geoffrey pulled her into his arms, "Will you join me?"

Rebecca Quentin lightly pushed Howard Geoffrey away, sheepishly saying, "I’m on my period..."

The fire in Howard Geoffrey’s eyes was instantly extinguished by Rebecca Quentin’s words, and he grumbled, "Women are so troublesome."

Rebecca Quentin complained, "Hey..."

Howard Geoffrey smiled and teased Rebecca Quentin, gently consoling her, "Just joking with you. Be good..."

Rebecca Quentin pushed Howard Geoffrey towards the bathroom, "Hurry up and take a shower!"

As he entered the bathroom, Howard Geoffrey didn’t forget to say, "Wait for me to sleep together."

"Got it!"

When he came out of the bathroom, Rebecca Quentin casually helped Howard Geoffrey tidy up the suit jacket he had worn today.

She held the suit jacket as she walked to the wardrobe, intending to hang it up for the maid to sort and iron the next day, but as she hung the jacket in the closet, a subtle and elegant fragrance wafted into her nose.

This familiar perfume scent made Rebecca Quentin pause slightly.

After several seconds of daze, she took his suit jacket down again and sniffed it.

The perfume scent was from an internationally renowned top brand, very recognizable, the kind that both men and women would remember after smelling it, and she recalled that Alice Robinson always used this scent of perfume.

Her legs suddenly weakened, and she sat stunned on the edge of the bed, holding the suit jacket.

It seemed that what he dealt with tonight wasn’t business, but personal matters.

Time slowly passed, and she didn’t know how long it had been before the bathroom door opened.

Howard Geoffrey came out wrapped in a towel, his wet hair clearly having been carelessly wiped, now slightly messy but more alluring compared to his usual meticulous and steadfast appearance, especially with the water droplets on his chest slowly sliding down the contours of his muscles, an alluring sight of a handsome man out of the bath.

Unfortunately, Rebecca Quentin was now sitting lost on the bed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Howard Geoffrey suddenly embraced the thoughtful Rebecca Quentin sitting on the bed.

Upon hearing Howard Geoffrey’s voice, Rebecca Quentin snapped back to reality, turning her face to see the person who had unknowingly sat beside her.

Howard Geoffrey pulled Rebecca Quentin’s slender shoulders closer, softly asking, "What’s wrong?"

Rebecca Quentin stared intensely at Howard Geoffrey’s deep dark eyes, remaining silent.

Howard Geoffrey slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze falling on the suit jacket Rebecca Quentin was holding.

Rebecca Quentin slowly lowered her head, her voice hoarsely escaping, "There’s someone else’s perfume scent on your clothes."

In that second, Howard Geoffrey fell silent.

Rebecca Quentin threw Howard Geoffrey’s suit jacket on the floor and immediately stood up.

Howard Geoffrey quickly pulled Rebecca Quentin into his arms when she tried to leave.

Rebecca Quentin struggled fiercely on Howard Geoffrey’s lap, "Let me go, let go..."

Howard Geoffrey tightly held Rebecca Quentin, not allowing her to move, explaining honestly, "I indeed went to see Alice Robinson."

Howard Geoffrey’s honesty made the always struggling Rebecca Quentin quiet down, sitting on his lap, her eyes instantly filled with tears, silently weeping.

Feeling her body subtly trembling, he immediately turned her around and saw her tear-blurred eyes, causing his heart to ache fiercely, hurriedly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, he spoke with some helplessness, "Silly, why are you crying?"

Rebecca Quentin lowered her lashes, her long lashes glistening with moisture.

Howard Geoffrey lifted Rebecca Quentin’s sorrowful face, continually wiping the tears from her eyes with his thumb, speaking in a husky voice, "Baby, do you know how much it pains me to see you like this?"

Rebecca Quentin slowly raised her lashes, staring at Howard Geoffrey through tear-blurred eyes, bitterness welling up in her chest, accumulating in her heart, she shook her head, unable to suppress it anymore, releasing her tightly bitten lower lip, her voice hoarse from crying, "Howard Geoffrey, do you still like Alice Robinson?"

Howard Geoffrey gently cupped Rebecca Quentin’s tear-stained face, a bit reproaching yet with tenderness, "Are you upset just because of this?"

Rebecca Quentin stared at Howard Geoffrey’s calm and handsome face with teary eyes, sadly whispering, "I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just... the last time I went to the ’Palace’ hotel to help Chester Robinson collect documents, I inadvertently saw you with Alice Robinson, and today Isabella told me, that you’ve been secretly helping Alice Robinson reclaim her inheritance..."