Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 621 - 324: The Wedding Will Be Held This Afternoon 1

Howard Geoffrey took out his phone at this moment and dialed a string of numbers on the screen.

The next second, the call connected.

With the phone pressed to his ear, he uttered coldly, "Advance the plan!"

In the garden, Rebecca Quentin watched Andrew play happily on the lawn from a distance, a wave of guilt surging in her heart.

Christine Quinn sat beside Rebecca Quentin, following her line of sight to Andrew, and said with a smile, "Luckily, the little guy wasn’t frightened by your argument with Howard Geoffrey just now..."

Rebecca Quentin slowly lowered her eyelashes.

Christine Quinn pulled Rebecca Quentin’s cold hand and chuckled softly, "Alright, alright... don’t be mad at Howard Geoffrey. Don’t forget, you two are already married, and the day after tomorrow, you’ll have that grand wedding everyone envies..."

Rebecca Quentin remained silent, her pale face reflecting her gloom, then she lifted her eyes, directing her gaze towards the child in the distance.

Christine Quinn’s smile faded as she seriously consoled, "Uh, you were arguing with Howard Geoffrey so loudly in the room earlier, I vaguely heard some..."

"If you heard, you should tell me your true opinion, and not speak well of him just because we are getting married the day after tomorrow."

"Honestly, although I’ve known Howard Geoffrey longer than you, my understanding of him is definitely not as deep as yours because you have always paid attention to understanding him..."

At this moment, Rebecca Quentin laughed mockingly, "Sis, you’re wrong, I don’t understand him at all, how could I understand him..."

"Don’t say words in anger, can’t you feel Howard Geoffrey’s kindness towards you?"

Rebecca Quentin suddenly raised her eyes, looking at Christine Quinn seriously, "Allowing danger to linger around me while ignoring it for the sake of some plan, is this his kindness? Refusing to admit defeat, thus going through great lengths to get Chester Robinson to perform surgery on me to regain lost ground, is this also for my good? Then I must be really ridiculous, being toyed with like that, yet still having to thank him for planning our future..."

"Becca, maybe men aren’t as meticulous as we are, perhaps his sole thought is to cure your body well, so that you both have no regrets in the future... In other words, he might also feel guilty, and is striving to make amends."

"Sis, if it were you, could you accept him toying with you like that?"

Christine Quinn laughed awkwardly, "Uh, it’s not exactly toying... but you absolutely have the right to scold him."

Rebecca Quentin took a deep breath, shook her head, and dejectedly murmured, "Does winning or losing really matter so much to him?"

"Becca, Howard Geoffrey said he wasn’t just considering winning or losing..."

"Then tell me, what other reason could there be for him to allow Chester Robinson to get close to me?"

"This..."

Seeing Christine Quinn unable to answer, Rebecca Quentin laughed, yet her face showed an expression more tragic than crying, choking out, "He simply doesn’t regard matters of the heart as significant..."

Christine Quinn hurriedly said, "But everyone can see that he cares about you."

Rebecca Quentin let out a mocking laugh, "Caring... depends on what he cares about."

"Becca..."

Rebecca Quentin suddenly changed the topic, "Sis, didn’t Aunt Clare and Marie come last night?"

Christine Quinn nodded, "Their flight was delayed, so they arrived very late. I feared disturbing your rest with Howard Geoffrey, so I didn’t let them find you..."

Rebecca Quentin stood up at this moment, "I’ll go see them."

Christine Quinn’s eyes suddenly shifted behind Rebecca Quentin, "I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a while to see them."

Rebecca Quentin turned around in confusion, only to find that Howard Geoffrey had been standing behind her at some point.

Christine Quinn quietly slipped away.

Rebecca Quentin wanted to leave with Christine Quinn, but Howard Geoffrey timely grasped her hand.

Rebecca Quentin looked straight ahead, her hand struggling to break free, "Let go."

Howard Geoffrey held Rebecca Quentin’s hand tight, enveloping her cold hand with his warm palm, then moved to face her, his deep eyes fixed on her expressionless, cold face, he said softly, "Don’t be angry with me, I’m not like you think, our relationship has never been a mere attachment to any competition with anyone."

"I’m going to see Chester Robinson."

"What?"

Rebecca Quentin lifted her eyes to face him, repeating, "I’m going to see Chester Robinson."