CHAPTER 104: CHAPTER 62: KIDNAPPED BY HIM (PART 2)

Rebecca Quentin didn’t mind these changes at all. After all, for the past month, she had been working as usual, diligently fulfilling her responsibilities, and never having a hint of ambiguity with Skyler Jones at work. Skyler Jones had almost never spoken to her about anything other than work in any public setting.

However, no one expected that at this moment, after work, when there were only a few employees chatting leisurely on the fifty-sixth floor, Skyler Jones came out of the office, ignoring the glances from a few employees in the hallway, and walked straight to her desk, asking, "Join me for dinner?"

Rebecca Quentin froze slightly because this was the first time Skyler Jones had invited her like this since she came to Y City.

Flustered, Rebecca Quentin found a reasonable excuse to evade, "I still have some work to finish."

"Tomorrow is the weekend."

Skyler Jones directly took away her excuse to avoid.

"Uh, I like to finish work early so I can have a good rest at home over the weekend."

Skyler Jones frowned slightly.

At this moment, a sensible employee ran over, immediately snatched away the materials Rebecca Quentin was looking at, and said with a grin, "Becca, I happen to be free these past two days, I’ll help you sort these materials..." Then without waiting for Rebecca Quentin’s agreement, he dashed off with the files.

Subsequently, everyone on the floor quietly left in tacit agreement, leaving what seemed to be just Skyler Jones and Rebecca Quentin in the space.

Picking up her bag, Rebecca Quentin awkwardly said, "Well... let’s go then!"

"Mm."

When they left the company, they walked one behind the other.

There wasn’t any intentional avoidance, just a lack of habit in walking together, but to the duty staff, it indeed seemed like they were deliberately avoiding something.

Just like in T City, Skyler Jones gallantly opened the car door for her.

She got in, and her gaze immediately turned towards the car window.

On the way to the restaurant, Skyler Jones glanced at her through the rearview mirror and asked, "Becca, did I scare you?"

"No, I..." Turning her face away, Rebecca Quentin didn’t know how to explain.

Skyler Jones looked ahead, his tone still as gentle as usual, "I’m just doing what I want to do, but I don’t want to force you. You can always think about it; I have the patience to wait for your answer."

"Mr. Jones..."

"Let’s go, I’ve picked a restaurant you like."

In an elegant and quiet Italian restaurant, Skyler Jones and Rebecca Quentin sat face to face.

Skyler Jones placed no pressure on Rebecca Quentin at all, chatting with her as he used to, "How’s work going, are you getting used to it?"

Rebecca Quentin focused on cutting her Margherita pizza and replied, "It’s going well; my colleagues are nice too."

"The ’Auntie’ on the fifty-sixth floor hasn’t given you any trouble?"

"Huh?" Startled, Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but laugh out, "Mr. Jones, you actually know about ’Auntie’?"

On the fifty-sixth floor, there was a very strict manager named Antti, who, after being over forty and still unmarried and extremely harsh on subordinates at work, was called "Auntie" by everyone behind her back.

Watching Rebecca Quentin’s delightful smile, Skyler Jones’ mouth slightly curved, "You should know, the boss knows everything about each of his subordinates."

This atmosphere allowed Rebecca Quentin to regain ease, propping her hands on the table, pretending to ponder before answering, "Actually, can I be honest with my boss’s boss?"

Skyler Jones laughed and said, "Go ahead."

"But you can’t fire her; she’s actually very hardworking and responsible, just has to scold people once a day..." She said joyfully, her look charmingly mischievous like a child, her features lively and ethereal.

Listening to her talk about these trivial matters, he became increasingly distracted, only watching her.

Upon returning, after having a little bit of red wine, Rebecca Quentin actually fell asleep in Skyler Jones’ car.

Skyler Jones avoided bustling streets, driving very slowly the whole way, fearing to wake her.

She leaned against the seat, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, looking captivatingly charming.

Finally, the car reached her apartment building.

He was supposed to wake her and escort her upstairs, but at this moment, as if under a spell, he only wanted to stay in this cramped car, quietly enjoying their private space.

The car was quiet, as if only her steady breathing in sleep could be heard, and that breathing seemed to have a fatal attraction, making him feel a certain restlessness...

His gaze deeply indulged in her sleeping face at the moment, finally, after hesitating, he leaned down.

However, when he was almost touching her lips, rosy from sleep, he suddenly stopped.

He always had a strong self-control, but he knew, if he allowed himself to continue at this moment, he might drive her to the nearest hotel the next moment...

But all this would lead to her unforgivable regret.

His consciousness returned at this moment, he ultimately did not kiss her...

This way, he stayed with her in quiet contemplation, until late at night, when there was no one left on the streets.

The street lights went out, fearing she might be scared, he gently pulled her over, draping his suit lightly over her.

She leaned in his arms, sleeping sweetly.

Two days later, New York City, USA.

A cute girl holding a pink pillow looked at her mother with bright, shining eyes and innocently asked, "Mommy, will Uncle Geoffrey come back tonight?"

"Yes, so Mommy can’t sleep with little darling tonight..."

The girl hugged her pillow tightly and understandingly said, "Marie has grown up, Marie doesn’t need Mommy to sleep with me, Marie’s not afraid."

Christine Quinn rubbed her daughter’s head affectionately, "Good girl, let Mommy accompany you back to your room!"

After putting her daughter to sleep, Christine Quinn gently closed the bedroom door.

She came to her own bedroom door, just about to turn the doorknob, when she realized the room door was already ajar.

With joy, she turned the doorknob open and indeed saw Howard Geoffrey loosening his tie.

"Howard."

Christine Quinn called out and went over to Howard Geoffrey, hugging his strong waist with deep affection and longing.

Howard Geoffrey’s body jolted, turned around, his handsome face soft, "Marie asleep?"

Christine Quinn, hugging him, spoke in a playful tone, "She kept clamoring to see you, it took me so long to get her to sleep."

Howard Geoffrey glanced at his watch apologetically, "It’s already eight o’clock, I’m sorry, I should have come back earlier."

Christine Quinn understandingly shook her head, "I know you’re busy... Are you tired? Let me give you a massage."