Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 743 - 385: Extra Story: Burning with Jealousy (Part 2)

Chapter 743: Chapter 385: Extra Story: Burning with Jealousy (Part 2)

Christine Quinn didn’t immediately look away. Instead, she looked at him and said calmly, "I have something to say to you."

Skyler Jones had come back to get a document he had forgotten at home. He walked to the nightstand and said blandly, "Speak."

"Jennifer Douglas should have already explained last night’s situation to you... It proves that I haven’t interfered with your life, so our unspoken understanding remains, right?"

Skyler Jones took out the document he needed from the nightstand and lightly responded with an "Mm."

"I’ve had Mom move the sofa back."

Skyler Jones focused on the document at hand and didn’t respond to Christine Quinn. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Ignoring Skyler Jones’s indifference, Christine Quinn finished her speech and left the room.

Skyler Jones didn’t go out again that afternoon, so the whole family was present for dinner.

The entire family was thrilled about Rebecca Quentin’s pregnancy; the atmosphere at dinner was very pleasant, with everyone chatting and laughing, except for Skyler Jones, who remained silent.

However, no one paid attention to Skyler Jones because he always had this attitude while dining with his family.

After dinner, Skyler Jones went to the study.

He always liked to smoke quietly in the study alone.

Knock, knock.

A knock on the door was heard.

"Come in."

The visitor was Mrs. Geoffrey, carrying a bowl of soup.

Skyler Jones looked at Mrs. Geoffrey emotionlessly, "Do you need something?"

Mrs. Geoffrey carefully placed the soup on the table in front of Skyler Jones, "I made the soup myself, noticed you didn’t drink any tonight."

Skyler Jones neither accepted nor refused orally.

Mrs. Geoffrey lovingly said after placing the soup, "Drink it while it’s hot!"

Skyler Jones looked at the steaming bowl of soup and said lightly, "Just leave it."

Mrs. Geoffrey didn’t leave immediately but hesitated to stand in place.

Seeing Mrs. Geoffrey’s hesitation, Skyler Jones inquired, "Is there anything else?"

Mrs. Geoffrey sincerely spoke, "In the afternoon, Christine told me that you would be divorcing in six months, is that true?"

Skyler Jones made no comment.

"I know you might not like to hear what I say and won’t listen, but as your mother, I still want to remind you... Avoidance is not the solution. If you don’t care, let her go early, but if your heart won’t allow it, think about how to win her back... Life is very short, don’t wait until it’s too late to regret."

Time passed by another month.

"The food from this restaurant is still good. It’s the best Italian restaurant I’ve been to in New York, and its name is so poetic, ’Eye Candy,’ which not only refers to food but also to people," Jonathon Gibson said with satisfaction.

The same restaurant, the same window-side position, an elegant man and woman conversed softly.

During this period, they had met several times, each time Jonathon Gibson found a way to make Christine Quinn not refuse him.

Christine Quinn nodded, "The food here is indeed good, but saying it’s New York’s best Italian restaurant is a bit exaggerated, right?"

Jonathon Gibson chuckled, "No exaggeration, it truly is the best Italian food I’ve ever had."

Christine Quinn shook her head with a gentle smile, "You should try my cooking if you get the chance. I’m quite good at making pasta."

Jonathon Gibson leisurely placed the napkin on the back of the chair, "Since you say so, I really want to try it..."

"Sure, I’ll cook for you when there’s a chance."

"You seem to be in a good mood lately!"

"Mm, maybe it’s because being with you makes me feel relaxed."

"I’m in a good mood too; dining with you is a pleasant thing."

"I’ve noticed you smile more than before."

He raised an eyebrow, "Really? Was I dull in your impression before?"

"Not really, just didn’t seem as cheerful as you are now."

Jonathon Gibson said thoughtfully, "Actually, my personality hasn’t changed; it’s just meeting you again... I feel happy, so I smile more."

She’s still the same in his mind, beautiful, lively, like a serene landscape painting, making him feel comfortable.

"Thank you for the compliment." She gently swirled her glass, the dim yellow light refracting and producing radiant colors.

"Let’s talk about Mr. Jones!" Jonathon Gibson was idle, his words seemed casually thrown out.

Christine Quinn sighed lightly, unable to avoid bringing up the topic with a friend.

"He... As I’ve told you, we’re not a typical married couple."

"But I think he enjoys it." Jonathon Gibson’s tone was part teasing, part joking, with a hint of envy and jealousy, "So why did you get married?"

"For the child... We have an eleven-year-old child." She smiled, speaking very lightly.

He murmured vaguely.

"Tell me why you’re still single?" Christine Quinn asked in return.

He’s successful, charismatic, witty, and knows how to enjoy life, in his thirties, how could such a Golden Bachelor still be single?

Jonathon Gibson lit a cigarette, his face somewhat hazy under the veil of smoke. "Under family pressure, I dated once or twice but never had feelings for the other person."

"Once my parents realized I wasn’t happy, they stopped pressing me."

"Indeed, love requires fate."

"So I choose to let nature take its course."

"Don’t set your standards too high; I think women just need to be kind and good."

"Maybe my standards were set high from the start." After speaking, Jonathon Gibson gazed deeply at Christine Quinn.

Christine Quinn pretended not to understand the implication behind Jonathon’s words and just smiled faintly, raising her glass to sip some red wine.

Suddenly, she said, "I’m hungry; I want a slice of cake."

She summoned the waiter, and when the cake was served, she contentedly started eating.

Jonathon Gibson held his wine glass, quietly watching her. "You know my character, I’m not someone who likes to beat around the bush, Christine, do you know..."

"Do you believe it? I actually still want another slice of apple pie." Christine Quinn abruptly interrupted Jonathon’s words.

"You don’t need to torture your stomach like this to avoid me." He directly pointed out her thoughts.

She raised an eyebrow, "Why would you think that?"

"You’ve eaten twice as much as usual today. After the apple pie, what else do you want to eat?"

Upon hearing that, she felt a little flustered. Jonathon Gibson seemed unusual today, so she kept dodging his topics, not wanting to hear what she shouldn’t and didn’t want to hear.