CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 210: I JUST WANT TO CHERISH YOU (2-2)

"It’s good as long as you’re well. I’ll make some soup for you later. Only when you are healthy can you give me a chubby little grandson again."

Rebecca Quentin gave a faint smile, "Mm."

Mrs. Geoffrey picked up Andrew, who had finished drinking his milk, and said lovingly, "Luckily, you insisted on having Andrew back then, or I wouldn’t have this adorable little grandson to hold now..."

Andrew, with eyes wide open, gazed at his grandma, appearing as if he was listening to the conversation between mommy and grandma.

"Mom, let me hold him..."

"Better not, Andrew isn’t a calm little guy; he loves to move around. Don’t jostle and affect the baby. I’ll hold him!"

Mrs. Geoffrey’s love for Andrew was evident. Ever since she moved here to live with Mrs. Geoffrey, the chances for her to hold Andrew had become few and far between. Every time she wanted to hold Andrew, Mrs. Geoffrey would discourage her, citing her pregnancy—not because of any deliberate intent, but simply because Mrs. Geoffrey couldn’t bear to let her grandson leave her side for even a moment. According to the servants, Mrs. Geoffrey personally attended to all of Andrew’s needs, trusting no one else, even at night.

"Alright..."

Mrs. Geoffrey continued to play joyfully with Andrew.

Just then, Rebecca Quentin heard the sound of shoveling earth behind her. Turning, she saw many servants digging on a nearby empty plot, so she questioned, "Mom, what’s happening there?" This plot of land was something she had considered for planting star flowers.

Mrs. Geoffrey followed Rebecca Quentin’s gaze, "Oh, I heard Howard Geoffrey instructed that a swimming pool be built there."

"Oh." So it’s for a swimming pool, no wonder it’s such an extensive project.

Rebecca Quentin’s gaze returned to Andrew, watching Mrs. Geoffrey make Andrew giggle with delight. Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but smile gently.

While Mrs. Geoffrey played with Andrew on the lawn, a servant approached with her cell phone.

"Miss Quentin, your phone rang in the room. I thought it might be important, so I brought it to you."

"Alright, thank you."

Rebecca Quentin took the phone from the servant’s hand and, seeing the number displayed, gave a serene smile and pressed the answer button.

"Sis."

"Becca..."

"Hm?"

Surprised to hear Rebecca Quentin’s leisurely voice, Christine Quinn was momentarily taken aback, "Are... are you okay?"

Rebecca Quentin replied calmly, "I’m fine, there’s no need to worry." The news about her mother seemed to have been suppressed by Howard Geoffrey these past few days, so her mind had also calmed down.

Christine Quinn instinctively asked, "Howard didn’t say anything to you..."

"Huh?"

Hearing Rebecca Quentin’s completely oblivious tone, Christine Quinn quickly retracted her words, hurriedly saying, "Er, I was asking if everything is alright between you and Howard?"

"It’s fine. The registration was delayed, and we’ll pick another day to go."

"And your mom’s issue..."

Rebecca Quentin sighed deeply, "I know she’s doing well in prison; I don’t want to inquire further."

Christine Quinn agreed, "Indeed, she’s not worth your sympathy nor your sadness."

Rebecca Quentin lowered her gaze without saying more.

"By the way, Howard hasn’t told you anything these past few days?"

Rebecca Quentin didn’t grasp the hint in Christine Quinn’s question; she thought Christine Quinn was asking if Howard was showing concern for her, so she replied, "He’s been with me all this time, afraid I might overthink. I just pushed him to go to the office..."

Christine Quinn remained silent on the other end. Seems Howard hasn’t told Becca anything...

Rebecca Quentin continued, "Sis, I’m truly satisfied with my life now... Howard treats me very well; I can feel his sincerity. I’ve decided that after we return from Foam Island, we’ll go directly to hold the wedding..."

Christine Quinn was shocked, "You’re going to Foam Island?"

"Yes... He saw I was feeling down and said he’d take me to Foam Island for some relaxation these two days."

Christine Quinn questioned inwardly. Relaxation? Probably a way to have Becca out of the way while dealing with external affairs, isn’t it?

An hour later.

Driving back to the villa, Howard Geoffrey’s phone suddenly rang.

Glancing at the number on the screen, he coldly pressed the Bluetooth to directly answer.

Christine Quinn’s icy voice came through, "Howard, I never imagined you’d completely disregard my words. Are you determined that I wouldn’t talk to Becca about the truth?"

Howard Geoffrey’s cool gaze fixed on the road ahead, his handsome face showed no emotional change at Christine Quinn’s words.

"I heard you’re taking Becca to Foam Island. I understand you want Becca to avoid these issues and even ensure we can’t reach her. However, I will never let you take Becca to Foam Island... If you refuse to tell her yourself, I’ll have to. Even if it’s cruel for Becca, I can’t bear to see her spend her life with such a cunning, insincere man. With such a cold, harsh heart, I don’t believe your feelings for Becca are genuine, regardless of how you appear!!"

Howard Geoffrey kept driving, waiting for Christine Quinn to finish before his lips coolly muttered, "I thought you’d consider Marilyn Quinn’s condition?"

"What..." Christine Quinn was momentarily confused.

Howard Geoffrey said nothing further to Christine Quinn, removing the Bluetooth from his ear, his expression unchanged.

On the other end of the phone, Christine Quinn took a long time to understand. When she tried to speak again to Howard Geoffrey, only the beeping sound echoed...

Hearing from a servant that "Miss Quentin" was in the garden, Howard Geoffrey handed the car keys to the servant and walked towards the garden.

With spring slipping into summer, the garden was full of fragrance, and the air was exceptionally refreshing.

In the distance, she sat on a wooden bench in the garden, gazing far away with a tranquil expression.

The breeze lifted her flowing hair and white skirt, making her appear as if she were living in a fairy tale, exceptionally peaceful and serene.

He gazed at her delicate side profile, lost in admiration.

A long time passed before he reached her side, and she realized, her bright eyes filled with joy, "Why did you come back? I thought I told you to handle the company’s affairs?"

"The company won’t cease to function without me."

Rebecca Quentin chuckled at Howard Geoffrey’s words, stood up, and embraced him, "You’ve been troubled by the Italian project for the past two days. Is it sorted now?"