Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 737 - 382: Extra: His Contemptuous Gaze Left Her Heart Cold (Part 2)

Chapter 737: Chapter 382: Extra: His Contemptuous Gaze Left Her Heart Cold (Part 2)

The driver started the engine, and the car slowly drove down the road.

Christine Quinn stared intently at Skyler Jones’s composed face, incredulously spitting out, "You don’t seriously think this is just a minor issue, do you? What if Marie asks me, I..."

Skyler Jones turned to look at Christine Quinn, a characteristic mischievous smile playing on his lips, "Then you’d better come up with a reasonable explanation as soon as possible."

He threw all the trouble he caused onto her while he acted unconcerned.

Christine Quinn exclaimed in frustration, "Where am I supposed to find an explanation!!"

Skyler Jones suddenly looked at Christine Quinn seriously, "Then there’s only one solution..."

Christine Quinn asked anxiously, "What solution?"

Skyler Jones’s charming lips curved into an evil smile, speaking gently and softly, "You beg me..."

Christine Quinn frowned, "Beg you for what?"

"Beg me to reluctantly spend one night with you... that way, it shouldn’t be much of a problem." Skyler Jones finished speaking and didn’t forget to laugh heartily.

Faced with Skyler Jones’s annoying laughter, Christine Quinn was so angry her teeth itched, she gripped the leather seat, wishing she could take it as a way to vent on someone.

The vibration of a phone interrupted the tense atmosphere in front of them.

Skyler Jones picked up his phone with a smile, glanced at the flashing name on the screen, and pressed the answer button.

Christine Quinn watched him indignantly, suddenly hearing a pleasant female voice faintly coming from the phone close to his ear, her angry gaze gradually weakened.

In the quiet car, sitting next to him, she could vaguely hear their conversation, the clearest sentence being Jennifer Douglas asking him—when are you coming over tonight?

At that moment, inexplicably, her heart felt clogged, so blocked it made her sensibly turn to look out the car window.

Afterwards, whatever he said to Jennifer Douglas was already a blur; all she knew was at that moment her head was in a buzzing state.

"Stop the car."

It was not until Skyler Jones finished his call that he ordered the driver, that she came back to her senses.

The driver obediently followed Skyler Jones’s order and stopped the car by the roadside.

Christine Quinn looked at Skyler Jones in confusion, what was the purpose of stopping?

Skyler Jones glanced at Christine Quinn, "Get out of the car."

What?

Christine Quinn thought she heard wrong.

Skyler Jones repeated, "I want you to get out of the car."

Christine Quinn furrowed her brows, "It’s already nine in the evening, and this place is hard to get a taxi, and now you’re telling me to get out?"

"Yes."

Ignoring Skyler Jones’s commanding gaze, Christine Quinn stubbornly uttered, "I won’t get out... for your party, I wore twelve-inch high heels, there’s no way I can walk to the next block to get a taxi."

"You won’t need to get a taxi, I’ll send someone to pick you up... all you have to do now is get out and wait a few minutes."

Are you that eager to meet your lover? Christine Quinn nearly blurted out, but in the end, she chose to remain silent and slowly calmed the discomfort gathered in her chest.

Taking one last look at Skyler Jones, Christine Quinn opened the car door, lifting her gown’s hem as she stepped out of the car.

Skyler Jones didn’t even glance at Christine Quinn, instructing the driver, "Drive."

Standing outside the car, Christine Quinn watched Skyler Jones’s silhouette clearly through the dark glass window, she silently turned her head away.

The next moment, the car drove away from her silent world...

She watched the car silhouette move further and further away, feeling a sudden, intense stabbing pain in her heart.

The pain made her slightly bend over, clutching her chest, taking several deep breaths before easing the ache.

He didn’t lie to her, a few minutes later, a car pulled up in front of her.

The driver got out and respectfully opened the car door for her.

Unknowingly, she had returned to Jones’ Mansion.

Everyone at Jones’ Mansion, except for a few night-shift servants, had already gone to bed.

Before returning to her own room, she went to Marie’s room.

The little girl was already asleep, still hugging the MashiMaro she had given her.

Christine Quinn sat at the bed’s edge, quietly watching her sweetly sleeping daughter.

Seeing her daughter’s arm exposed outside the blanket, she gently placed her daughter’s hand inside the blanket, bending down to place a kiss on her daughter’s pretty forehead.

Howard Geoffrey had once asked her if she regretted giving birth to Marie...

Her answer to Howard Geoffrey then was that she had no regrets.

But if Howard Geoffrey were to ask her today, she would definitely tell him she regrets it.

Because past obsessions were simply not worth it.

He had never cared about her, yet she brought Marie into the world, harboring feelings for him... But it was only until today she realized she was wrong.

Marie shouldn’t have grown up in an imperfect family, shouldn’t have to endure the torment of illness, nor worse, lose her mother...

"I’m sorry..."

Christine Quinn shook her head forcefully, choking on her words as she spoke to her daughter.

Marie whimpered in her sleep.

Fearing she’d wake her daughter, Christine Quinn immediately covered her mouth, allowing silent tears to stream from her eyes.

Back in her room, having changed out of the expensive strapless gown into pajamas, Christine Quinn sat silently on the edge of her bed for quite a while.

She glanced around at the large room.

This place was empty, seeming devoid of any human presence.

In fact, her life was like this before, but previously whenever she was alone, and the feeling of loneliness and peace descended upon her, she would do just as she did now, sitting on the bed’s edge, or leaning on the bed, quietly remembering them in the past...

Those beautiful moments in her mind always seemed as if they had just happened yesterday...

He told her he would take care of her all her life.

He told her not to mind him getting old.

He also told her he would have her wear the world’s most famous wedding dress designer, Milland’s dress, and have their wedding at the Florence Cathedral in Italy...

So that day when Becca chose the Milland-designed wedding dress, she found the most beautiful set in the wedding dress catalog... because long ago, she had gone through all of Milland’s wedding dress designs.

The past, like a tide, surged through her mind wave after wave, she wanted to forget, but she never could, until today she finally understood, because those memories were the only beautiful ones left in her life...

Except, what she thought was beautiful, in the end, turned out to be unreal...