CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 62: KIDNAPPED BY HIM 2

Rebecca Quentin quickly agreed, "Alright, ask away."

"Since you like him, why did you get divorced in the first place?"

"Huh?"

Skyler Jones added, "You and Howard Geoffrey."

Becca froze for a moment.

Skyler Jones continued, "The night you got drunk, you kept calling his name after you fell asleep."

OMG...

Becca smacked her forehead and asked in embarrassment, "And you said I could hold my liquor!" Heaven knows, she would rather have made a drunken scene than utter his name.

Skyler Jones smiled faintly.

Becca frowned. "Mr. Jones, I realize now. You intentionally arranged for yourself and Howard Geoffrey to discuss that collaboration project the next day."

Skyler Jones answered truthfully, "I didn’t do that. The meeting was arranged by Mr. Geoffrey."

Becca lowered her gaze, a bitter smile forming. "Were you surprised that he’s my ex-husband?"

"I don’t doubt the compatibility between you and Mr. Geoffrey. What I am curious about is why you two ended up divorced."

"Mr. Jones, may I choose not to answer this question?"

"You may, but..."

With Skyler’s "but," the car suddenly stopped.

Becca subconsciously glanced out the window. She realized that while they had been chatting, she hadn’t noticed Skyler Jones had driven them to the Skytop Group building.

Skyler Jones kept his hands on the steering wheel, turning his head to look at her. "I heard Mr. Geoffrey is returning to the United States today. If you go up now, you might still have a chance."

Becca tore her gaze from the Skytop building and asked softly, "Did I give you the impression that I want to get back together with him?"

Skyler Jones shook his head. "I don’t think you want to reconcile with Mr. Geoffrey, but I can sense that you haven’t moved on."

Becca took a deep breath and exhaled. "You saw Howard Geoffrey escorting his fiancée out of the hospital that day, didn’t you?"

She admitted she was an emotional person, but she had been trying to control it.

"Previously, I didn’t know this was the reason for your mood swings. But that night, even when you were asleep, your tears never dried."

Becca slowly lowered her gaze, a calm sigh escaping her. "Sorry, I made a fool of myself in front of you."

"Becca..."

Becca interrupted, "Mr. Jones, I know you care about me, but I’ve finally learned to move forward. I won’t look back."

Even if the path forward had to be paved with tears, she wouldn’t hesitate.

At this moment, she no longer seemed like a child. Her eyes revealed a maturity and resilience that had shed all traces of childishness.

Watching her, Skyler Jones felt a flicker of disorientation. He was mesmerized by her childlike innocence, yet deeply drawn to the maturity and resilience she now displayed. It was the first time his heart had been stirred this way.

"Let’s go, Mr. Jones. There might be traffic on the way to the airport; we shouldn’t delay."

"Becca..." Skyler Jones suddenly called out, his voice low and husky.

Her eyes, sparkling, met his. "Hmm?"

Suddenly, Skyler Jones pulled Becca into his embrace.

She struggled.

But Skyler Jones didn’t let go.

"You..." Becca stammered, flustered. She only calmed down after realizing Skyler Jones was merely holding her and had, after a moment, gently kissed her hair.

Skyler Jones didn’t do anything more. He slowly released her, his gaze returning to the road ahead as if nothing had happened. He stepped on the gas and drove off.

For several days in a row, flowers were delivered to the 56th floor of Oversky.

Large bouquets of roses arrived morning, noon, and night. Each day they featured different, visually stunning colors, attracting the vocal envy of the receptionists, who eagerly spread the news. Soon, everyone in Oversky knew.

This initially caused only a small stir. But when someone accidentally saw the signature on the card accompanying one of the bouquets, everyone in Oversky was boiling with excitement.

From that point on, Becca’s life began to change dramatically...

For example, while walking through the company, she would occasionally see groups of female employees in the elevators, whispering about her and casting jealous or disdainful glances her way. However, the moment she stepped into an elevator, these same people would become obsequious, greeting her with an exaggerated politeness, as if she were a cherished sister. Male colleagues no longer initiated conversations with her; their attitude had become more reverential. Eventually, even the cleaning lady on the 56th floor, upon seeing her, would put on a flattering expression and clean Becca’s workspace with particular thoroughness.