Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 637 - 332: Interrupted at the Critical Moment (Part 2)

Chapter 637: Chapter 332: Interrupted at the Critical Moment (Part 2)

In a rather good mood, Rebecca Quentin bent down to pick up several documents on the floor, which she had accidentally knocked off earlier while eagerly searching for the crystal ball.

However, as Rebecca Quentin picked up one of the documents, her gaze suddenly froze.

Because she saw that the document contained a hospital admission record for a patient at a certain hospital, and the signature on it was—Alice Robinson, dated the same day as her wedding with Howard Geoffrey.

Rebecca Quentin was instantly stunned.

At this moment, a deep cold voice suddenly rang out, "What are you looking for?"

Rebecca Quentin instinctively raised her head and saw Howard Geoffrey’s dark eyes sharply fixed on her.

"I..."

Facing Howard Geoffrey’s sharp gaze, Rebecca Quentin’s throat tightened inexplicably, unable to utter any words, and the document in her hand accidentally slipped down.

Howard Geoffrey’s deep and shadowed eyes fell upon the dropped document and those few drawers which had been messily opened, his brow unintentionally furrowing slightly.

Dazedly coming back to her senses, Rebecca Quentin picked up the document from the ground and slowly walked up to Howard Geoffrey.

She explained aloud, "Howard, just now I..."

Howard Geoffrey’s slightly cool voice interrupted Rebecca Quentin, "Why didn’t you let me know when you came?"

"Uh, you were in a meeting, I didn’t want to disturb, so I didn’t ask Secretary Cecily to inform you..."

"Afraid to disturb my meeting, or is there another purpose?"

Howard Geoffrey’s indifferent voice made Rebecca Quentin widen her clear eyes in surprise. "Wha... what other purpose?"

Howard Geoffrey glanced at the document on the table, his expression chilling.

Rebecca Quentin hurried to explain, "I accidentally knocked over the document..."

Howard Geoffrey’s jet-black eyes narrowed slightly, coldness erupting, "How would it be possible to mess up my drawers by accident?"

"Because..."

Rebecca Quentin was eager to explain, but her voice choked in her throat as her apologetic gaze met the sharpness in his eyes.

Howard Geoffrey walked behind his desk and sat down, the messy drawers igniting his anger, "Even if you are my wife, you should respect my personal privacy."

Her ears filled with his displeased and cool voice, Rebecca Quentin turned around, looking at Howard Geoffrey’s icy, dark blue face, she lightly bit her lips.

At this moment, Lisa Cecily walked in from outside with a stack of documents, speaking with a tone of surprise, "President, isn’t it surprising..."

Upon entering the office, Lisa Cecily noticed the atmosphere wasn’t quite right; the couple who should’ve been showcasing their affection was silent, and Howard Geoffrey’s face, moreover, displayed displeasure.

Lisa Cecily was immediately stunned, "Uh, this..."

At this moment, Rebecca Quentin withdrew her gaze from Howard Geoffrey, lowered her eyes briefly, then raised them calmly, addressing Howard Geoffrey, "Mom asked me to bring her homemade soup for you to drink... if you have time, please drink it, I... I’ll head back first."

Saying this, Rebecca Quentin hurriedly turned around.

Watching Rebecca Quentin turn and leave, Lisa Cecily instinctively followed after, "Madam President..."

Howard Geoffrey also stood up and chased after her.

However, Rebecca Quentin had already rushed into the elevator and quickly pressed the close door button.

"Becca..."

By the time Howard Geoffrey reached the elevator door, it had already closed.

Howard Geoffrey frustratedly pounded a fist against the elevator door.

Lisa Cecily jumped in shock at the situation, nervously retreating to the side.

"Lisa Cecily, come in with me."

With a cold command, Howard Geoffrey walked into his office still surrounded by displeased sternness.

In front of the desk, Lisa Cecily lowered her head, hesitantly speaking, "Pres... President."

"Why didn’t you inform me that Becca was here?"

Lisa Cecily hurriedly explained, "Madam President didn’t want to disturb your meeting, so she didn’t ask me to notify you."

"Why didn’t you stay with her here?"

"I went to get the financial statements just sorted by the finance department, I..."

Seeing Lisa Cecily’s terrified expression, Howard Geoffrey suppressed some of his anger, "When did Becca arrive?"

Lisa Cecily answered truthfully, "Just long enough to have a cup of coffee."

"Alright, you may leave now..."

Lisa Cecily nodded, eager to disappear quickly.

Howard Geoffrey leaned back in his chair, his dark, deep eyes squinting as he intensely focused on the document in front of him.

He reached out and opened the document, revealing the hospital admission record concerning Alice Robinson to his gaze.

Howard Geoffrey pondered for a few seconds.

As Lisa Cecily was about to leave the office, she suddenly seemed to remember something and turned around, hesitantly saying, "Um... President, the soup Madam President brought is on the coffee table, you should drink it while it’s hot!"

Howard Geoffrey’s shadowy gaze turned towards the coffee table.

A yellow thermal container came into his view.

Howard Geoffrey stood up, walked over to the coffee table, and picked up the thermal container.

Gazing at this container that faintly emitted the aroma of soup, Howard Geoffrey’s mind spun back to the scene of speaking with Rebecca Quentin just moments ago.

Only then did he realize how harsh his tone had been earlier.

But, why did she rummage through his drawers?

Intending to return to the desk, Howard Geoffrey inadvertently noticed the old book protruding from the front of the bookshelf. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Howard Geoffrey went back, walked to the bookshelf, and picked up the book.

It was a book he often read, and he turned it open without thinking, revealing the familiar paper slip in his view.

At that instant, he suddenly realized.

Dropping the book, Howard Geoffrey hurriedly grabbed his suit jacket and rushed out of the office.

In the car, Rebecca Quentin leaned calmly against the seat back, her gaze vacant.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Due to her dazed state, Rebecca Quentin didn’t hear it until the driver reminded her.

Coming back to her senses, Rebecca Quentin took the phone out from her bag, looking at the name flashing on the screen "Hubby," her heart aching sharply, she bit her lower lip tightly, hesitating whether to answer, but as the growing stiffness in her throat continuously spread, she finally laid the phone down slowly, letting it ring, as she gazed out the window.

The phone kept ringing repeatedly, and Rebecca Quentin leaned against the window, staring blankly at the scenery outside. The pleasant ringtone that usually graced her ears now brought only bitterness and bleakness.

Yes, she was angry...

Angry at why he had to be so harsh with her?

She didn’t intentionally rummage through his drawers, she didn’t disrespect his personal privacy, she was just momentarily happy, thinking the crystal ball was in his office drawer...