CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 183: WATCHING HIM FROM AFAR, YET FEELING SO HEARTBROKEN (PART 2)

Rebecca Quentin finally nodded slightly, "Alright then, I’ll have to trouble you to take care of Andrew." Fortunately, the journey to G City for Roger Leonard’s wedding could be completed in a day.

At dusk, the brilliant sunset dyed the sky red, with the afterglow of the sun spreading across the earth.

On the beaches of Foam Island, Howard Geoffrey held Rebecca Quentin tightly in his arms, her long hair flying in the breeze. In front of them, a handsome and clever little boy was accompanying a small girl building sandcastles.

Rebecca Quentin turned her head to look at Howard Geoffrey, giving a sweet smile.

Howard Geoffrey’s affectionate gaze was filled with adoration. Suddenly, he tilted his head, wanting to kiss Rebecca Quentin.

Rebecca Quentin closed her eyes, her face showing a happy smile.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After waiting, and not feeling the expected touch of lips, Rebecca Quentin slowly opened her eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Howard Geoffrey had disappeared from in front of her. The smile on Rebecca Quentin’s face faded away, and her eyes searched around immediately.

However, the dusk remained brilliant, the little boy and girl in the distance were playing joyfully, but in Rebecca Quentin’s sight, Howard Geoffrey’s figure was nowhere to be found.

An unprecedented panic spread in her heart...

She began to call his name frantically, calling again and again... but she never got a response from him.

In an instant, her world seemed to collapse, and she cried out her heartache.

In this world, without him, even if everything remains, what meaning is there?

Sitting limply on the beach, Rebecca Quentin seemed dazed, murmuring, "Howard, Howard..."

"Becca, Becca..."

Christine Quinn shook Rebecca Quentin’s body, continuously calling her.

Immersed in a dream, Rebecca Quentin finally slowly opened her heavy long lashes, her eyes glistening with moisture as she looked at Christine Quinn, weakly saying, "Sister..."

Christine Quinn patted her chest, with lingering fear, "You really scared me to death... You were having a nightmare, do you know?"

"Nightmare?"

Rebecca Quentin slowly sat up, as if recalling the contents of the dream, her gaze became dazed.

Christine Quinn reached out to hold Rebecca Quentin, tenderly saying, "Just now in your dream, you kept calling ’Howard’s’ name, did you dream of him?"

Rebecca Quentin reached out to wipe away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes left from the dream, not speaking, but acknowledging by default.

Christine Quinn sighed, "This really is what they say about thinking by day and dreaming by night. You said you had let him go."

At this moment, Rebecca Quentin did not take Christine Quinn’s words to heart, her mind was filled with the scenes from the dream, the pain and sadness of losing that person still lingered in her heart.

She didn’t know whether to be grateful it was just a dream or to be sad that the dream was actually reality.

"Becca..."

Rebecca Quentin finally snapped back to reality, "Hmm?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Tell me."

"I said that thinking by day makes you dream by night, you still care about Howard!"

"Sister, it’s late, let’s not talk about this, I want to sleep..." Lying back down, Rebecca Quentin was clearly avoiding this topic, closing her swollen eyelids after crying.

Christine Quinn originally wanted to comfort Rebecca Quentin, but thinking that she always needed to go through these tough times to see the rainbow after the storm, Christine Quinn lay down beside Rebecca Quentin without saying more, just lovingly saying, "Becca, all of this will pass soon..."

Two weeks later.

Before boarding the plane, Rebecca Quentin received another call from Christine Quinn.

"Becca, you must be careful in everything, don’t forget you’re pregnant now. Whether you decide to keep the child or not, take good care until you return..."

"I know."

"I’ll wait for you to tell me your decision when you get back."

"Hmm."

Putting away her phone in her bag, Rebecca Quentin walked to the airport security check.

The plane soared into the vast sky.

Rebecca Quentin closed her eyes and rested quietly on the plane, though she never really fell asleep.

Perhaps because Rebecca Quentin was lost in thoughts, three hours passed in what felt like an instant, as she arrived in G City...

Rebecca Quentin only had a small suitcase with her. She intended to take a taxi to Isabella Joanna’s address, but just as she stepped out of the airport, a private car with a low-profile brand was already waiting by her side. Suddenly, a tall, thin driver in his fifties got out of the car.

During her time in G City with Roger Leonard, she quickly recognized the man before her as Roger Leonard’s dedicated driver.

"Miss Quentin, long time no see... Mrs. Leonard sent me to pick you up."

Knowing that the Mrs. Leonard referred to by the driver was Isabella Joanna, Rebecca Quentin smiled slightly, "She really is too kind, I could have just taken a taxi myself."

"Miss Quentin, please get in the car..."

"Okay."

The driver placed Rebecca Quentin’s luggage in the trunk, and she got into the car.

The car had barely left the airport when Isabella Joanna’s call came through.

Rebecca Quentin smiled and pressed the answer button, "Isabella..."

Isabella Joanna’s joyful voice came through, "Darling, have you arrived?"

"Yes, I’m in Uncle Albert’s car now."

"That’s wonderful... Come quickly, Becca, I’m still waiting for you to make a decision for me!"

"What decision?" Rebecca Quentin asked curiously.

"It’s about choosing a wedding dress... Oh my god, the wedding ceremony is at five this afternoon, and I still haven’t decided which dress to wear..." Isabella Joanna said frustratedly.

Rebecca Quentin chuckled softly, "Alright, I’ll come help you choose." What an adorably indecisive woman...

After about half an hour’s drive, the car entered a garden mansion.

Rebecca Quentin got out of the car and looked at the European-style fountain of the villa, which inevitably reminded her of the former Quentin mansion.

When her father was alive, their family also owned such a luxurious mansion...

"Are you Miss Quentin?"

Rebecca Quentin was in a daze when a servant approached her, speaking politely.

Rebecca Quentin snapped back to reality, responding with a polite smile, "Yes."

"Mrs. Leonard is already waiting for you upstairs, please follow me."

"Okay."

The servant then took the luggage from the driver and led Rebecca Quentin towards the mansion.