CHAPTER 310: CHAPTER 167: ALICE ROBINSON BLESSES HER AND HOWARD GEOFFREY TOGETHER

However, today’s atmosphere felt slightly off because, even after a long wait, Geoffrey did not return Becca’s embrace.

Becca finally slowly released Geoffrey, looking at his face that was not as gentle and handsome as she had imagined, and softly asked, "What’s wrong?"

Geoffrey watched as Becca’s gaze gradually turned dark and suddenly spoke, "If Alice hadn’t deceived you by saying there’s more to your mother’s death, would you stay here?"

"Deceive?" Becca was shocked, "She was deceiving me?"

"You must have searched through every drawer in my study, hoping to find evidence I might have inadvertently left at home about my mom dealing with your mom."

Early this morning, knowing he would return tonight, she searched his study but found nothing.

"I..."

"Becca, is my promise really so insignificant to you?" Geoffrey’s eyes held hurt, his voice hoarse.

Unable to deny that she hadn’t held his promise dear, Becca slowly lowered her gaze.

"Ha..." Geoffrey suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh, "That night you were with me, turns out, it was just because you didn’t want to accompany me to Y City the next day to announce our reconciliation to the world... Becca, turns out I can be naive, thinking you were really willing to let go of the past..."

Becca suppressed the pain tugging at her heart, "You deceived me too, didn’t you?"

"Did I?"

Becca lifted her gaze, "You said you and Alice had nothing going on, yet the truth is she’s already carrying your child."

Their eyes met, his expression was stiff and cold.

These past days, the tenderness and love in his eyes were gradually disappearing...

Why did he still come to question her? Wasn’t she the one who should be questioning him?

Geoffrey calmly spat out words through clenched teeth, "If you have doubts, why not ask me? If you don’t believe what I said, why pretend to love deeply?"

Becca struggled to hold back tears about to pour out, "Yes, I’m pretending to love deeply, since the day I flew alone from Y City to Alton, I stopped having any illusions about you..."

Between them, a seemingly eternal silence fell.

Finally, Geoffrey laughed darkly; his laughter sounded so sarcastic, yet so desolate.

"I never thought you being with me felt so forced... Sorry, I always fail to consider your feelings, this time, I won’t stop you, the thing about your mother was just a story fabricated by Alice, I’ll prove to you it’s not true, and once you know the truth, you can leave anytime."

In the dead of night.

A cold and proud figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The office lights were off, and the city starlights before the glass curtain had dwindled to mere specks, faintly highlighting the man’s grave and handsome face, indifferent and aloof.

Jason Wood and Lisa Cecily stood four or five meters behind the man, both of their gazes fixated on that proud figure.

Avoiding speaking loudly to disturb the master in contemplation before the window, Lisa whispered to Jason beside her, "It’s so late, the President won’t be resting in the office tonight, will he?"

Jason still looked ahead and shook his head.

Lisa sighed softly, "The President just returned from Y City this afternoon, he should have been at home accompanying Miss Quentin, but the President came to the company this afternoon... Everyone is already afraid of the President, and seeing him with a dark face today, everyone is even more silent, making the company feel anxious and apprehensive."

Jason remained silent for a long while, "Must have had a fight with Miss Quentin."

Lisa nodded in agreement, "I guess so; the President has never been troubled over business matters, the only thing that can trouble him is Miss Quentin."

Jason stayed silent again.

Lisa asked again, "Things were fine just a couple of days ago; why did they suddenly fight? When we saw Miss Quentin yesterday, when you mentioned the President to her, Miss Quentin didn’t seem indifferent at all!"

At the same time.

Becca bent down to tuck the blanket for the sleeping Andrew, then sat by the bed, gazing at the child’s serene sleeping face.

Suddenly, she picked up her phone and glanced at it.

The phone screen showed the time approaching dawn.

Becca took a deep breath, easing the sourness in her heart, then placed her phone on the bedside table and slowly lay down on the bed.

Her mind began playing the words he told her that afternoon―

I never thought you being with me felt so forced... You can leave anytime.