CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 49: DOMINATING HIS ROOM 1_2

If it were the past, she would definitely question this matter, because she knew Howard Geoffrey had no reason to hurt her like this. After all, they had no resentment or hatred towards each other, and they were once husband and wife. But after listening to Christine Quinn’s explanation last night, at this moment, she couldn’t find a reason to defend Howard Geoffrey...

She had once experienced Howard Geoffrey’s ruthlessness deeply. Therefore, he would not be lenient in taking revenge on the daughter of a man who had once threatened him with his girlfriend’s life. After all, his personality was never controlled by others, especially since he had disdained her from the very beginning...

However, she hadn’t expected that there were countless ways of taking revenge, yet he had chosen such a cruel method to ruin her...

No wonder he had said such things today before they parted ways... That sudden warmth was so heartwarming after four years of silence and indifference.

However, it wasn’t until this moment that she realized it wasn’t concern, but compensation, perhaps because he had finally realized that he had ruined her entire life.

Rebecca Quentin didn’t know how many tears she had shed while sitting on the roadside bench all day. But when darkness fell, she suddenly threw away her suitcase filled with cheap clothes and decisively turned to walk towards the hotel on the adjacent street.

Twenty minutes later, she stood in front of the hotel where she had met Howard Geoffrey the previous night.

She looked up at the highest floor. Thinking about the upcoming meeting with him, her heart throbbed with a dense, prickling pain, as if being gnawed by countless ants.

Suddenly, she took a deep breath, allowing the tears that welled up once more to slide down her cheeks, and then she entered the hotel.

Along the way, she ignored those who noticed her tears and took the elevator directly to his room, 1806.

The elevator door opened with a DING.

She gently bit her lip and arrived at the door of his room.

It was as if she could feel his presence through the door; the pain in her heart grew stronger, and a voice deep inside reminded her that she must turn around and leave. Because once she got involved with him, she wouldn’t be able to regret it...

Her hand hovered in the air. After some hesitation, she finally reached out and gently knocked on his door.

Those few seconds were perhaps the longest wait of her life. Eventually, the sound of the door handle turning reached her ears.

It seemed there was no chance to back down now. She directly faced the door that was about to open.

The next second, when his tall, imposing figure appeared before her, she rushed into his arms with hardly a moment’s hesitation, hugging him tightly. He was uncharacteristically stunned for a moment.

She choked out, "Howard..."

And before he could react to refuse her, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, her touch inexperienced yet surprisingly forceful.

Even after being with him for two years, she was still so inexperienced in this regard.

The kiss ended, but he remained unresponsive.

She slowly drew back from his lips, looked deeply into his eyes, and then, suddenly, her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.

He didn’t stop her, his dark eyes watching her anguished expression.

She took a deep breath and then began to unbutton his shirt.

He narrowed his eyes, a profound look settling in their depths.

One, two...

Finally, as she was undoing the third button, he grabbed her hand. "Enough," he said coldly. "Tell me why you’re here."

She pulled her hand free, looked up at his stern face, and asked softly, "Don’t you feel anything at all?"

He studied her, his brow furrowing.

She mused aloud, "It seems you don’t like the pitiful look. Then I’ll try something else. Uh, how about cute and playful?"

He seemed to have little patience. "I’ll give you thirty seconds," he stated coldly. "Either explain or get out."

She met his scrutinizing dark eyes. "I need some money. You said I could come to you if I was in trouble, right?"

"You actually remembered that."

"Yes," she replied sarcastically. "Is there anything you’ve said that I haven’t remembered?"

He frowned, slightly displeased. "Is this your attitude when asking for help?"

She softened her tone. "Okay, I need one million."

"You don’t need to come to me for such a trivial matter." He turned and walked further into the suite.

"Mr. Geoffrey, you may have forgotten that for someone as poor and destitute as I am now, one million is probably more money than I could earn in my entire life," she said self-mockingly, as if unwilling to cling to her meager pride in front of him any longer.

He walked into the study, apparently made a phone call, then picked up the file he hadn’t finished reading earlier. "You can go now," he said indifferently. "Roger will contact you later."

She followed him into the study and abruptly closed the door behind them.

He leaned against the desk. Hearing the door close, he glanced up at her. "Still not leaving?"

Her fingers went to the buttons of her own blouse. Staring straight ahead, she said coldly, "One million might be nothing to you, but I don’t want to owe you a favor. You can continue what I didn’t finish earlier, or you can demand my cooperation. But once it’s over, we’ll owe each other nothing."

He tossed the file aside, crossed his arms, and watched her with a calm, unhurried air.

Still staring straight ahead, she continued, "I’ll count to three. If you don’t do anything, I’ll consider my debt to you repaid."

He scoffed.

"One... two... three..."

As she finished counting, she began to button up her blouse.

Before she could turn away, he stepped closer, his hands closing around her waist. "Since when did your body become so cheap?" he asked.

She shook off his hands, faced him, and retorted sarcastically, "Shouldn’t you know, Mr. Geoffrey?"

Just as Rebecca Quentin reached the hotel entrance, she saw Roger Leonard getting out of a car. She stopped and watched him approach.

"Becca."

Rebecca Quentin extended her hand. "You’re just in time. The one million."

Roger Leonard handed her the signed check, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You went to see Dora?"

She laughed flippantly. "Yes. He’s so generous, giving me one million just like that."

Roger Leonard could see something was different about Rebecca Quentin now. "What’s wrong?" he asked with concern.

"I’m fine. General Leonard, thank you for bringing the check. I’ll be going now."

"Wait..." Roger Leonard stopped her. "What do you need the money for?"

Rebecca Quentin frowned. "Dora didn’t ask. Why should you?"

Roger Leonard spoke softly, "Actually, there’s no need for things to be so strained between you and Dora. You obviously care about him, so why won’t you admit it?"