CHAPTER 70: CHAPTER 45: IMPOSSIBLE TO BE TOGETHER FOR TWO YEARS WITHOUT EMOTIONS 1_2

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but at that moment, a handsome, well-built man in a suit stepped out of the hotel.

His striking appearance, an expression that seemed to acknowledge no one, and the noble aura radiating from him... all these familiar sensations told her that, unbelievably, she had run into him.

Her heart suddenly jolted. At that moment, she stood rooted to the ground, gazing at him as if worlds apart.

It wasn’t anticipation, not a reluctance to leave, nor was it longing... Perhaps it was merely the feeling of something once possessed guiding her consciousness, causing her to become lost in that very moment.

It wasn’t until a car horn sounded that Rebecca Quentin came back to her senses.

Howard Geoffrey, who was about to get into his car, seemed to sense her focused gaze. He turned his head slightly, his eyes landing directly where Rebecca Quentin stood.

Their eyes met...

Rebecca Quentin quickly averted her gaze. She softly patted her chest, assuring herself: I’m a hundred meters away from Howard Geoffrey, separated by countless vehicles and crowds; he shouldn’t have seen me.

Howard Geoffrey watched for a moment before casually withdrawing his gaze and getting into the car.

It wasn’t until her peripheral vision confirmed Howard Geoffrey had left in the car that Rebecca Quentin finally let out a deep sigh of relief.

If just a moment ago she’d had any lingering thoughts about not wanting to leave G City, then right now, all she wanted was to get out of here as fast as possible...

She couldn’t believe it. The world was so big, yet they had met so easily...

He was still so aloof and distinguished, seemingly living well, just as Isabella Joanna had said.

And she, in her current state of destitution and poverty, felt like a pitiful creature, too humbled to even raise her head. Although I’ve long stopped caring about my own circumstances, I don’t want to lose the pride and dignity I once fought so hard to maintain, especially not in front of him. So, the next second, she hailed a taxi, ordering the driver to speed in the opposite direction from him. The farther away, the better...

「The hotel.」

In the spacious first-floor dining hall, two men of distinguished bearing were having a meal. Due to their presence, the restaurant had closed off access to any other patrons, focusing solely on serving them.

Roger Leonard was dressed very casually today in a white knit top and British-style casual pants. In contrast, Howard Geoffrey, seated opposite him, clearly still had work to attend to; he was clad in a well-tailored dark suit and striped tie, looking cold and stern. However, Howard Geoffrey’s mood seemed quite good today. He even engaged in rare casual conversation with Roger Leonard during the meal, a stark contrast to his usual cold, severe demeanor in the business world.

At this moment, as Roger Leonard elegantly sliced the beef on his plate, he teased Howard Geoffrey, "Dora, congratulations! Even you have a fire in your backyard."

Without looking up, Howard Geoffrey asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Roger Leonard chuckled, "Still playing dumb? What has your ex-wife done that could escape your control?"

Howard Geoffrey continued eating, nonchalantly replying, "I thought when women go to a new place, all they do is shop and stroll. It seems she’s busier than I am."

Roger Leonard leaned back in his chair, adjusted his posture, and said with a half-smile, "From the looks of it, you really don’t know what your ex-wife has been up to these past two days."

Howard Geoffrey set down his napkin, seemingly uninterested in the topic Roger Leonard had raised, and signaled for a waiter.

Roger Leonard was about to say something when the waiter approached.

"Hello, Mr. Geoffrey. How may I assist you?" The waiter bowed respectfully.

"The steak here is quite good. Send a portion to my room... If she’s asleep, don’t disturb her," Howard Geoffrey said, his voice soft, with a faint hint of indulgence towards the woman he spoke of.

"Very good, sir."

As the waiter left, Roger Leonard was about to speak again when he saw Howard Geoffrey buttoning his suit jacket, preparing to leave.

Roger Leonard quickly got up and followed Howard Geoffrey, saying with a wicked smirk, "Dora, don’t tell me you really don’t know that your ex-wife is in G City, and working in my store, no less?"

"Is that so?" Howard Geoffrey answered with extreme indifference, his tone conveying a distinct lack of interest.

Seeing he couldn’t get any reaction out of Howard Geoffrey, Roger Leonard stepped in front of him again, a corner of his mouth lifting. "No significant reaction? Could it be you’ve already met the beauty?"

Roger Leonard’s words reminded Howard Geoffrey of the previous day, but such a memory held no significant place in his mind. Only now that Roger Leonard brought it up did Howard Geoffrey recall it, casually retorting, "Beauty? It seems she left quite an impression on you."

Roger Leonard didn’t deny it. "I’ve always had a good impression of beautiful women. And if Miss Quentin were merely average-looking, I doubt she could have satisfied Dora’s needs for those two years, could she?"

Glancing at Roger Leonard, Howard Geoffrey leisurely replied, "I thought only journalists asked so many questions."

Roger Leonard laughed heartily. "I’m just concerned about you, Dora!"

Watching Howard Geoffrey get into the car, Roger Leonard dropped his teasing smile and took out his phone.

When the call connected, Nelson Lewis’s voice came through.

Leaning against the hotel entrance, Roger Leonard said with a smile, "Big Brother, you know Dora’s personality; I can’t figure him out at all. But I think Dora has good taste in women... Don’t worry, I would never have any designs on his woman. I suddenly remembered what Mrs. Geoffrey told us last time... Yes, I think so too. How could he have slept with her for two years if there were no feelings involved? Why don’t I create an opportunity to test Dora a bit more..."

Hugging her knees as she sat on the bed, Rebecca Quentin stared blankly at the packed suitcase in the corner.

At that moment, she mocked herself inwardly...

I’m so useless, still fleeing from him in a panic...

Actually, there was no need. It’s been four years. Even if we met again, it wouldn’t necessarily be awkward. Besides, he might not even remember me.

However, if I could go back to that moment yesterday when we met, I probably still wouldn’t be able to bring myself to greet him. After all, the pride ingrained in my bones wouldn’t allow me to show him how down and out I am.

A sudden ringtone interrupted Rebecca Quentin’s thoughts.

Rebecca Quentin picked up her phone, glanced at the number on the screen, and quickly pressed the answer key. "Manager."

Miss Ruth’s warm voice came through the phone, "Becca, have you finished packing?"

Although Rebecca Quentin didn’t understand the reason for Miss Ruth’s sudden decision to transfer her, she held no resentment toward her and replied in her usual respectful tone, "Yes."

"Alright, I’ll send someone over to pick you up."

Rebecca Quentin hurriedly said, "Oh, there’s no need for that trouble. Just tell me the time, and I can go to the airport myself."