Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 633 - 330: If You’re Happy, I’m Happy (Part 2)

Chapter 633: Chapter 330: If You’re Happy, I’m Happy (Part 2)

It turns out that Marie felt uneasy as well, which is why she was in such a hurry.

Christine Quinn suddenly didn’t know how to answer the child.

Mrs. Geoffrey reached out at this moment and took Marie into her arms, pretending to be angry, "My dear granddaughter, do you not want to stay here with grandma?"

Marilyn Quinn’s eyes widened, "No, grandma, Marie really wants to stay with grandma, but..." She lowered her head, twisting her fingers in confusion.

"Silly child, grandma was joking with you, grandma knows you’re very filial... grandma also misses your daddy, so let your mommy go back, and then the three of you can come to New York to visit grandma together, alright?"

Marilyn Quinn nodded vigorously.

Children’s thoughts are the simplest and easiest to guess; Marilyn Quinn only hopes her parents can be together.

Christine Quinn cast a pleading glance towards Rebecca Quentin. She had been playing the loving role with Skyler Jones in front of the child for so long that she couldn’t refuse the child’s request, but if Rebecca Quentin could help her out with a word, she could justifiably choose to stay.

Unexpectedly, Rebecca Quentin, who received Christine Quinn’s pleading look, just laughed and said, "Sister, why don’t you go back to China with Mr. Lewis and them... Marie wants you to go back because she definitely knows Mr. Jones misses you."

Christine Quinn frowned and quietly complained, "Becca..."

But Marilyn Quinn jumped up happily at that moment, "Yay... Auntie is the best."

In the end, under everyone’s "persuasion," Christine Quinn couldn’t refuse anymore.

After chatting with everyone in the hall, Rebecca Quentin returned to her room.

Andrew was sleeping sweetly on her bed, his little red mouth murmuring something in his dreams.

Rebecca Quentin sat on the edge of the bed, watching the child’s adorable sleeping face, listening to his steady breathing, and feeling a sense of fulfillment overflowing from her heart.

At this moment, a regular and respectful knock on the door came.

Rebecca Quentin got up to open the door and saw a servant standing outside with a few clean, neat, and already ironed shirts.

"Madam, Mr. Geoffrey’s clothes have been washed."

"Okay, thank you."

With that, Rebecca Quentin took the similarly branded shirts from the servant’s hand.

The servant left thereafter.

Rebecca Quentin walked into the room and hung Howard Geoffrey’s shirts in the wardrobe.

The fresh scent of clean clothes wafted into Rebecca Quentin’s nose, so pleasant, that with nothing else to do, she took out a few shirts he seldom wore from the wardrobe.

As Rebecca Quentin walked towards the sofa with the clothes, she faintly heard footsteps in her ears.

The next second, before she could turn around, her body was tightly embraced from behind by someone with iron-like arms.

The faintly familiar masculine scent wafted into Rebecca Quentin’s nostrils and surrounded her.

Rebecca Quentin’s heart trembled, and her body froze in place.

Howard Geoffrey held Rebecca Quentin tightly, his apologetic and deep voice coming through, "Honey..."

A dense pain, like being bitten by ants, filled Rebecca Quentin’s heart. Her hands holding his clothes suddenly felt powerless, the clothes slipping little by little from her fingertips, but the next second, she tightened her grip on the clothes and turned around.

Before her eyes was the handsome face she deeply loved. She thought she would still have some emotions, but at this moment, her heart slowly sank into calmness.

"I’m sorry, yesterday..."

Rebecca Quentin gently pushed Howard Geoffrey away, "You had something to do yesterday. Mom already told me."

The way the servants addressed her had changed, and her own address had also changed.

Howard Geoffrey reached out to hold Rebecca Quentin again, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of exhaustion, "I can explain the whole thing to you now..."

This time, Rebecca Quentin let him hold her without struggling, but the clothes slipped from her hands to the ground.

"I told you before I had a plan..."

Rebecca Quentin reached out and held Howard Geoffrey, interrupting what he wanted to say, "You don’t need to explain to me, just answer one question."

Howard Geoffrey’s deep eyes fixed intently on her overly calm face, "Go ahead."

Rebecca Quentin looked up to meet Howard Geoffrey’s dark eyes, her lips twitching with a faint smile, and asked, "Did you win?"

At this moment, Howard Geoffrey’s handsome face showed a slight greenish hue.

"Quick, answer me."

Howard Geoffrey nodded slightly.

Rebecca Quentin happily nestled into his arms, hugging him tightly, "It’s good that you won..."

Howard Geoffrey’s large hand hesitated before resting on Rebecca Quentin’s slightly trembling back.

A few seconds later, Rebecca Quentin withdrew from Howard Geoffrey’s embrace, still smiling happily, but there was a hint of moisture in her eyes. She wanted to ask him a second question but found that her throat was filled with bitterness, so she didn’t dare speak.

He squinted slightly, the depths of his dark eyes reflecting her smiling face.

Finally overcoming the tightness in her throat, she gently spoke, "May I make a request?"

"I promise you whatever you say..."

"Tell me again now that you love me."

Howard Geoffrey gently held Rebecca Quentin’s shoulders, his sincere eyes deeply looking at her, his voice low and hoarse, "I love you."

A thin layer of mist appeared in Rebecca Quentin’s bright eyes, the moisture swirling around in her gaze.

Howard Geoffrey suddenly pulled Rebecca Quentin tightly into his arms, "Darling, I’m sorry..."

Leaning against Howard Geoffrey’s firm chest, Rebecca Quentin slowly closed her eyes, hugging him, and inhaling his pleasant scent.

After a long time, Howard Geoffrey released Rebecca Quentin, gently lifting her face.

Her face looked back at him, still with that faint smile, but at the corner of her eyes, there were faint traces of moisture.

"Why aren’t you angry?" he asked hoarsely.

Rebecca Quentin looked at him with eyes full of love, "Because when you’re happy, I am too... you’ve finally resolved everything, from now on, nothing and no one can ever come between us again."

"I promise you, I’ll make it up to you with a perfect wedding."

Rebecca Quentin nodded, smiling as she replied, "Okay."