CHAPTER 368: CHAPTER 196: HE’S ALREADY HERE 2_2

"Uh..."

"Go ahead!"

Marilyn Quinn wasn’t one to linger in bed, and she quickly sat at the dining table.

Breakfast consisted of hot milk and the bacon toast that Rebecca Quentin had bought earlier in the morning.

Marilyn Quinn was enjoying the toast but hadn’t taken a sip of the milk.

Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but speak gently, "Marie, why aren’t you drinking any milk?"

"Auntie, I don’t like milk!"

"But milk is nutritious!"

Marilyn Quinn looked very conflicted, staring at the milk but finding it hard to swallow.

Christine Quinn had always been strict with her daughter, she frowned, displeased, "Marie, mommy told you that you must drink milk every morning and before bed, are you disobeying again?"

Marilyn Quinn lowered her head and mumbled softly, "But daddy said if I don’t want to drink, I don’t have to!"

Rebecca Quentin paused, "Uh..."

Christine Quinn instantly furrowed her brows and angrily said, "Becca, you see, he took care of Marie for a few days and she’s already developed such a bad habit. No wonder she likes him, he gets to be the good guy while I have to be the bad one, people don’t understand how difficult raising a child is!"

Then, Rebecca Quentin pretended to be very serious and said to Marilyn Quinn, "Marie, look at how upset mommy is. If you don’t drink milk, she’ll call daddy and complain!"

Marie was inherently obedient, and upon hearing her mother was upset, she immediately chose her mother over her father, apologizing, "Mommy, don’t be angry, it’s Marie’s fault, I’ll drink it."

Seeing Marilyn Quinn gulp down the milk, Christine Quinn finally softened.

Rebecca Quentin smiled and reassured Christine, "Sis, I think Mr. Jones is just being considerate of Marie, you know which father doesn’t indulge their child!"

"Fine, I won’t argue with him, after all, he doesn’t spend much time with her anyway," Christine Quinn said unusually generously.

Rebecca Quentin smiled slightly, "Yes, don’t worry about it."

Ding dong—

The abrupt sound of the doorbell suddenly interrupted the breakfast that was relatively pleasant for the three of them.

Marilyn Quinn said obediently, "Mommy, I’ll get the door..."

Christine Quinn nodded, "Hmm."

Marilyn Quinn skipped towards the door.

Christine Quinn suddenly remembered something she wanted to discuss with Rebecca Quentin and just started speaking, "Becca, I want to..."

"Uncle Geoffrey!!"

No one expected the cheerful shout from Marilyn Quinn.

Rebecca Quentin’s body noticeably shook, and the milk cup by her hand fell heavily onto the table.

Christine Quinn immediately looked towards the door, sure enough, Howard Geoffrey was already holding Marilyn Quinn.

Marilyn Quinn, in Howard Geoffrey’s arms, wrapped her arms around his neck and pouted, "Uncle Geoffrey, why are you so late? Auntie has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Rebecca Quentin’s expression instantly changed.

Christine Quinn stood up at this moment, walked over to Howard Geoffrey, and said irritatedly, "What are you doing here?"

Marilyn Quinn was startled by Christine Quinn’s serious demeanor, and slowly slid down from Howard Geoffrey’s embrace, clutching the gift he brought and hugging Christine Quinn like she’d made a mistake, "Mommy..."

Howard Geoffrey’s gaze had already locked onto Rebecca Quentin at the dining table, but as her back was turned to him, he couldn’t see the expression on her face.

Drawing his gaze back from Rebecca Quentin, Howard Geoffrey looked at the unfriendly Christine Quinn and said calmly, "I need to talk to Becca."

Christine Quinn fumed angrily, "Talk about what? Didn’t you already say it over the phone?"

"Sis—"

Rebecca Quentin suddenly called out to Christine Quinn.

Christine Quinn turned to look at Rebecca Quentin, "Hmm?"

Rebecca Quentin got up from the dining table without any hesitation, came to Christine Quinn’s side, and softly said, "Don’t be like this."

Christine Quinn took a deep breath to suppress the anger in her chest, suddenly grabbed Marilyn Quinn’s hand, went into the room, and took out Marilyn’s backpack, addressing Howard Geoffrey coldly, "I’m taking Marie to school, you’d better talk nicely to Becca and not bully her!!"

Christine Quinn gave such advice in the hope that Howard Geoffrey might change his mind because as much as she was angry with him, he was still Rebecca Quentin’s most important person.

Howard Geoffrey didn’t answer.

Christine Quinn lightly patted Rebecca Quentin then walked out of the suite.

In an instant, it was as if the world was left only with Howard Geoffrey and Rebecca Quentin...

Howard Geoffrey’s dark eyes fixed on Rebecca Quentin.

Rebecca Quentin lowered her head, did not look at Howard Geoffrey, and softly uttered, "Didn’t we agree not to see each other?"

Howard Geoffrey’s deep voice raspy, "I came to see Andrew."

Rebecca Quentin responded softly, "He woke up early to play for a bit, he’s sleeping now."

"Can I go in and see him?"

"Mm."

Howard Geoffrey then walked towards the room.

It wasn’t until Rebecca Quentin watched Howard Geoffrey step forward that she raised her eyes to look at his tall figure, feeling the lump rising in her throat, she gently bit down on her lip.

Inside the room, Howard Geoffrey walked to the side of the crib, long looking at the sweetly sleeping Andrew.

Rebecca Quentin stood at the door, quietly watching him.

At this moment, Howard Geoffrey lowered his head to gently kiss Andrew’s rosy, tender cheeks as he slept, displaying a rare show of tender fatherly love on his handsome face.

Rebecca Quentin clenched the door frame with her hand, watching this scene, a peculiar sourness welled up in her heart.

Howard Geoffrey suddenly looked at Rebecca Quentin, softly asking, "Has he been okay during this time?"

Rebecca Quentin responded softly, "Mm."

She didn’t want to tell him that during her time in T City, Andrew was more restless than when they were in New York. He often fussed, especially during the night.

Actually, Andrew used to be often fussy at night too, but in New York, the lighter-sleeping Howard Geoffrey would always get up to hold Andrew...

She often saw through sleepy eyes him tenderly soothing Andrew as he paced the room...

Perhaps feeling sorry for his daddy, later Andrew seldom cried at night, but on the first night in T City, Andrew cried all night, and that day she almost broke down.

However, she wouldn’t tell him these things, she’d never speak of them...

Howard Geoffrey walked towards Rebecca Quentin, gazed at her, and said warmly, "You’ve taken good care of him, he’s grown quite a bit over this month."

Rebecca Quentin’s height only reached Howard Geoffrey’s shoulder, from her perspective she couldn’t see his face, so she slightly tilted her head to meet Howard Geoffrey’s deep black eyes, and slowly said, "If you want to see him, I can send you pictures of Andrew by email in the future, you don’t have to come personally."

Looking deeply at him, she could see the weariness on his handsome face from just getting off the plane without resting; she hadn’t thought that when she longed for him, he didn’t come, but now, when she decided to sever ties, he reappeared in her world.