Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 766 - 397: Extra: I Really Can’t Bear to Leave You

Christine Quinn naturally did not return to that private room, instead being led by a waiter to the sixth-floor room Skyler Jones mentioned.

The club naturally doesn’t provide rest facilities, so this room belonged exclusively to Skyler Jones.

As the owner’s room, its luxury was evident.

Christine Quinn had no time to admire the beautiful view here, only noticing the clock on the wall indicated it was already nine o’clock in the evening.

Fearing Marie might call later to "check in," Christine first took out her phone to call Marie while she had the time.

Marie was very happy on the phone, and Christine could vaguely hear the sounds of the party at Marie’s house.

After finishing the call with Marie, she boredly sat on the sofa waiting for Skyler Jones to return.

She didn’t know how long Skyler would chat with his friends, but after a day of activities, she was somewhat tired and lay down on the sofa, turning sideways.

She wasn’t sleepy; on the contrary, her mind was very chaotic.

She thought that as people approached death, their minds should be calm, but she had countless questions lingering in her mind.

The most perplexing question was why he suddenly decided to "let her go"?

It couldn’t be because Jonathon Gibson called him and said those warning-like words, and he changed his mind. She knew very well he was a person who held grudges. If he could really be that magnanimous, she wouldn’t have suffered so painfully over the years.

So, what exactly was his reason for "letting her go"? When he said "let go," did he really mean it?

She couldn’t fathom his thoughts at all, just like thirteen years ago, if she hadn’t heard it from his own mouth, she would never have known he didn’t care for her at all in the past.

Thinking about her life, it truly seemed pitiful; it felt as if the entire world didn’t welcome her, making her life fraught with hardships. Even though she had tried her best to persist, she still couldn’t withstand it...

So be it, there’s nothing left in this world for her to hold on to... Becca has Howard Geoffrey, Marie has him, the people she cares about; she has nothing to worry about.

However, for some reason, even with nothing holding her back, when thinking about leaving this world soon, she still felt a faint sense of reluctance...

Yet this reluctance also brought pain to her heart.

Around eleven o’clock in the evening, Skyler Jones finally ended his gathering with friends.

He had drunk a little and when he embraced her and walked towards the car, she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him, sensing that he drank quite a bit tonight, though his tolerance was always good.

After parting with his friends in the parking lot, he handed her the car keys, then leaned back into the rear seat with a rare hint of drunkenness.

Christine Quinn drove his car along the quiet night road, occasionally glancing at him in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

He closed his eyes, reclining against the seatback, clearly more intoxicated than she had imagined.

She suddenly thought of his conversation with Jennifer Douglas.

He might return to New York tomorrow morning...

With her body growing weaker by the day, today she could still drive him back, but next time, she didn’t know if she’d still be able to stand before him.

Wait, why would there be a next time?

She had once sworn to herself that she would never be weak in front of him in this life; she wanted him to remember her as a forever resilient Christine Quinn.

Therefore, two months later, she would never drag her frail body to meet him again... She would ask Jonathon Gibson to help her take care of any unfinished matters, then quietly spend the rest of her days on that little-known island she had found before.

This meant that tonight might be the last night in her life she would see him...

She sometimes wondered, when he learned of her death, would he occasionally feel a slight sadness?

Looking at him sleeping in the rearview mirror, her eyes involuntarily reddened with tears.

She freed a hand to wipe away the tears that blurred her vision, suddenly asking, "Are you asleep?"

He mumbled a vague "hmm" in response.

Compelled by some unexplainable force, she couldn’t help but ask him, "Are you serious about Jennifer Douglas?"

He responded with another "hmm."

Even knowing he wasn’t responding with conscious awareness, her fragile heart still felt pain.

She suddenly chuckled softly, speaking to herself, "Oversky, because I know you can’t hear what I’m saying right now, that’s why I dare to tell you these things..."