CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 86: I WON’T LET YOU BULLY ME

Rebecca Quentin looked at the list displaying a few pieces of clothing and bags that matched her friend’s preferences and casually asked the sales clerk, "I forgot, did I use a supplementary card last time?"

The clerk nodded, "Yes."

It turned out, his relationship with her friend wasn’t just close; he even gave her a card...

Without hesitation, Rebecca Quentin took out her phone and dialed her friend’s number, "Hello, Isabella..."

With suspicions weighing heavily in her heart, Rebecca Quentin’s demeanor seemed somewhat off during dinner.

Howard Geoffrey seemed to have a natural ability to read people’s emotions and, noticing her delayed movements while eating, couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong, got something on your mind?"

Rebecca Quentin lied and shook her head, "It’s nothing... It’s just that Aunt Clare hasn’t been feeling well these past few days. I called her, and she kept telling me not to worry."

Howard Geoffrey paused, showing his consideration, "I can have someone check on her."

"No need, it’s her old problem with sore waist and legs. I’ll tell her to get more rest."

"Okay."

During the night, thinking about what she discovered during the day, Rebecca Quentin couldn’t fall asleep.

With her back to Howard Geoffrey, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Howard Geoffrey was already a light sleeper, and Rebecca Quentin’s restless movements woke him. He asked with his eyes closed, "Why aren’t you asleep at this late hour?"

Rebecca Quentin turned over, gazing deeply at Howard Geoffrey’s side profile.

In the stillness of the night, Rebecca Quentin could hear her heart pounding, not out of affection for him but from inner tension and anxiety.

Hearing no response from Rebecca Quentin, Howard Geoffrey asked again, "You’ve been anxious since you came back this afternoon. Is there something you want to ask me?"

Rebecca Quentin reached out to hold Howard Geoffrey and, following his question, replied, "I’ve been wondering if you really love me!"

Howard Geoffrey chuckled, "Silly girl!"

Rebecca Quentin pursued further, "I’ve also been wondering, how many women have you said ’I love you’ to?"

Howard Geoffrey tightened his long arms, pulling Rebecca Quentin into his embrace, lightly saying, "Only to you."

"No, you’re lying to me."

Howard Geoffrey opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at Rebecca Quentin’s downcast face, and his smile broadened, "Tell me, how did I lie to you?"

"I overheard you saying it to Christine Quinn on the phone."

Howard Geoffrey frowned slightly, "Oh, when was that?"

Rebecca Quentin pointed out, "That time at the Mevi Palace Club, you were in the hallway on the phone with Christine Quinn. I heard it with my own ears."

Howard Geoffrey thought for a moment and replied, "That day, I took two calls, the second one was from my mom."

If he said the second call was from his mother, it seemed plausible too. After all, his voice was gentle and doting when talking to his mom, and he never hid the affection between them.

Rebecca Quentin asked again, "So how much do you love me?"

Howard Geoffrey pondered for a moment, "Why do women like to ask such questions?"

Rebecca Quentin raised her small fist and lightly hit Howard Geoffrey, "See, you’ve exposed yourself... If you hadn’t said such things to other women, how would you know they all love asking this question?"

Howard Geoffrey caught Rebecca Quentin’s hand, his handsome face smiling deeper, "If you’re deliberately nitpicking my words, how can I argue with you?"

Rebecca Quentin voiced her dissatisfaction, "You still haven’t answered me, how much do you love me?"

Howard Geoffrey’s black eyes sparkled mischievously, "Haven’t I given you the answer every night?"

Rebecca Quentin blushed, "I don’t want you to dodge this question, answer it quickly."

Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin’s pout, "Sleep now, asking questions in the middle of the night."

Rebecca Quentin broke free from Howard Geoffrey’s hand, staring intently at his handsome face, "You still haven’t answered me!"

Howard Geoffrey caught Rebecca Quentin’s hand again, looking deeply sleepy, coaxing gently, "Don’t fuss, if I don’t get enough sleep tomorrow and stay home, you’ll just chase me to the company again."

Seeing how sleepy he was, Rebecca Quentin didn’t say another word, but she still couldn’t sleep.

She trusted Skyler Jones’ character. It’s unlikely he would send her such pictures without reason.

But she couldn’t rule out the possibility that the picture might have been photoshopped, so she sent the image to an IT company to find out the answer tomorrow.

If it turned out the picture was authentic, considering what she found on the shopping list today, then...

Rebecca Quentin dared not think further...

The next morning, the IT company report arrived.

They were very professional, with a lengthy technical appraisal in English, concluding that the picture was 99% not digitally altered.

Once the terrifying truth was finally confirmed, Rebecca Quentin could no longer remain calm.

Therefore, in the afternoon, Rebecca Quentin called Howard Geoffrey, who was busy at the company.

"Yes, Aunt Clare’s chronic issue has worsened a lot this time. I’m afraid she can’t take care of herself alone. I want to go back to T City to see her."

"I’ll go back with you."

"No need, aren’t you flying to T City in a few days for the project? I’ll wait for you to come and pick me up!"

Howard Geoffrey seemed to pause from his work, and his tone was no longer as casual as before, now filled with concern and reluctance, "I don’t feel at ease with you going alone."

At this moment, Rebecca Quentin heard Howard Geoffrey’s secretary remind him about a meeting, so she casually said, "Go to your meeting, I’m fine. I’ve often traveled alone to other cities before, and T City is the place I’m most familiar with."

Howard Geoffrey pondered for a long time before finally saying, "Alright then, I’ll send someone to go with you. Call me early when you get there."

"Okay."

Packing a few simple clothes, Rebecca Quentin dragged her suitcase to the first floor.

Mrs. Geoffrey was arranging flowers for leisure, and upon seeing Rebecca Quentin with a suitcase, she immediately stopped arranging flowers and asked in surprise, "Becca, what’s this..."

Rebecca Quentin put down her suitcase, affectionately linking arms with Mrs. Geoffrey, smiling ingratiatingly, "Aunt, I need to go back to T City."

Mrs. Geoffrey looked worried, "Did you have a fight with Howard?"

Rebecca Quentin hurriedly shook her head, "No, it’s just that a family member in T City is ill, and I want to go back to see her."