CHAPTER 108: CHAPTER 64: LI RENJUN SAYS: MY SECOND BROTHER AND HIS WIFE BROKE UP 2_2

He finally released her for a second, glaring at her face gone pale from inability to breathe, speaking in a cold voice, "I’ve repeated it tirelessly, and yet you still don’t take my words to heart. Can’t you learn to behave?"

Rebecca Quentin turned her head away, remaining indifferent without responding.

In fact, she was truly afraid of seeing him angry like this, as if he were about to devour her alive.

"No reaction? Very well... very well!" Howard Geoffrey raised his chiseled jaw and turned his head to gaze at Rebecca Quentin’s expressionless, seemingly emotionless face, "Looks like I shouldn’t waste any more time!"

What does he mean by this?

The next moment was unimaginable for Rebecca Quentin...

Howard Geoffrey lifted Rebecca Quentin’s shapely hips forcefully, making her slender legs wrap around his strong, solid waist.

Without hesitation, his hand reached under the hem of her skirt, instantly tearing the thin fabric.

Hearing the sound of ripping fabric by her ear, Rebecca Quentin’s ears roared, and fear surged up within her, as she resisted with all her might.

Who would have thought her struggling body seemed like a deliberate tease, making him even more agitated and wild, pressing his body forcefully against her.

She could clearly feel his hardness against her lower body, and in panic, she was at a loss, thrashing with her fists wildly, heedless of the consequences.

He forcefully grabbed her flailing hands, glaring angrily, "Now you know fear?"

Rebecca Quentin whimpered, tears about to fall.

But Howard Geoffrey did not relent, lifting her skirt, exposing her bare before him, coldly asking, "Now do I have the right to control you?"

Tears instantly welled up in Rebecca Quentin’s eyes, and although she wanted to submit, her mouth disobeyed, cursing, "You cold-blooded demon, bastard!"

"Still stubborn? Very good!!"

Howard Geoffrey seemed angered, letting his inherent desires take over, lifting her hips again while grasping her hand, bringing it to his waist.

At that moment, "Ugh..."

Rebecca Quentin finally broke down sobbing, "No... I’ll listen to you... just don’t do this..."

Gone was her previous sharp tongue, her stubborn defiance vanished, as she cried like a child who had made a mistake, tears streaming down...

Seeing Rebecca Quentin so lost and helpless, Howard Geoffrey finally let her down...

Rebecca Quentin immediately hugged herself, curling up in the corner of the wall.

Howard Geoffrey walked over to Rebecca Quentin, squatting down to meet her eyes level, "I thought you weren’t learning your lesson, seems like you still need to be taught..."

Rebecca Quentin looked at him with tearful eyes, her gaze sorrowful.

Her tears seemed to wash away the anger in his heart; he stood up directly, glancing at the tattered remains of the torn fabric on the ground, saying coldly, "I’ll have someone prepare a change of clothes for you in the morning."

Rebecca Quentin’s tear-filled eyes widened as she watched him button his shirt, not understanding the meaning of his words.

He faced sideways, not looking directly at her face, but he already knew her thoughts, he said faintly, "You will stay here tonight!!"

What?

There was no room for refusal; as night fell, Rebecca Quentin continued to sit hugging her knees in the corner, like an injured rabbit, not daring to make any move.

Howard Geoffrey sat in the chair, with a lit cigarette at his side.

Watching her stubbornly avoid his gaze, he finally asked, "Are you hungry?"

Still bearing traces of tears on her cheeks, she expressionlessly, obstinately replied, "Not hungry."

He extinguished the cigarette butt and stood up.

She became alert, instinctively leaning toward the wall.

He walked up to her, bending down intending to pick her up.

She shook off his hand, her voice still choked with grievance, "What are you trying to do now?"

He lifted her back and knees with both hands, calmly saying, "Come to the bed."

She broke free vigorously, "I don’t want you controlling me!"

He frowned, seemingly displeased.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding his forceful gaze, hugging her knees tightly with her hands.

Watching her tightly closed leg-hugging posture, his gaze fell on the hem of her skirt, suddenly realizing what she was trying to shield...

Remembering her vigilant unwillingness to loosen her grip on her knees, he suddenly found it amusing, curling his lips in a smile, "Is there any part of your body I haven’t seen?"

"You..." she became furious with shame but could not argue with him.

He gazed at her, watching her face grow redder, his mood easing, he smiled, "Will you get up yourself now, or shall I help you up."

She helplessly glared at him.

He still kept a handsome smile, "I’ll call room service to send you a meal." As if deliberately stepping aside to allow her to get up without exposing herself, he walked to the phone on the bedside table.

She slowly got up, but her legs had gone numb, nearly losing her balance, thankfully holding onto the wall.

Noticing her pained expression from the numbing in her legs, he couldn’t help but chuckle, giving instructions to the room service on the phone.

As Becca moved step by step towards the bed, a phone ringtone came ringing.

Hearing the ringtone, Becca knew it was Aunt Clare calling, and just as she was about to grab her bag to retrieve the phone, Howard Geoffrey snatched her bag a second earlier and took out the phone.

Glancing at the number on the screen, Howard Geoffrey handed the phone to Becca, "You know what to say."

Becca accepted the phone petulantly, furrowing her brow, pressing the answer button, "Hello..."

"Miss, are you asleep?" asked Aunt Clare, calling from T City.

"I..." Noticing the gaze beside her gradually turning cold, in her hesitation, she replied, "I just finished showering, about to go to sleep."

Aunt Clare asked the most concerning question, "How are things going with Mr. Jones?"

"Aunt Clare, actually, I..."

"Hmm?"

Feeling the gaze on her growing colder, Rebecca Quentin closed her eyes, suppressing the impulse to speak out, saying, "I’m so tired from work... I want to rest early tonight, I’ll call you next time!"

"Alright, don’t overexert yourself, take care, and don’t make me worry about you here."

"I know."

"Goodnight."

"Goodbye."

As soon as she ended the call, Howard Geoffrey took the phone back from Rebecca Quentin.

Rebecca Quentin seemed uninterested in further discussion with Howard Geoffrey, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Howard Geoffrey instructed, "In a while, room service will bring clean clothes and food, after eating, rest here."