CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 51: JUST DON’T WANT YOU TO HAVE A GOOD TIME_2

They even had a child together now. They seemed destined to be entangled for their entire lives. Even if Mrs. Geoffrey objected, the outcome likely wouldn’t change...

So it was true that fate had preordained it. Two people with no future together, even if entangled, were merely passersby in each other’s lives, destined to ultimately leave nothing behind...

At that moment, Rebecca Quentin strained her stinging, dry eyes open, forced a wry smile, and then gazed up at the sky, which seemed full of positive energy.

Returning from the garden, Rebecca Quentin had planned to go to her room for a nap. She hadn’t expected to encounter Howard Geoffrey on the garden path.

It was obvious he had come looking for her...

So, Rebecca Quentin stood rooted to the spot, letting their gazes meet.

The chill in his gaze pierced her like a sharp sword. He opened his lips indifferently, "I’ll have someone book your return ticket. If there’s anything you want, just say it. I don’t want you to appear before me again."

Howard Geoffrey’s words were as sharp as knives, catching Rebecca Quentin completely off guard.

Rebecca Quentin suddenly felt she couldn’t keep up the charade any longer. No matter how strong an exterior she presented, every confrontation with Howard Geoffrey left her battered and bruised.

At that moment, Rebecca Quentin offered an aloof smile. "I’m sorry, Mrs. Geoffrey invited me here as a guest. Unless she personally orders me to leave, I will stay here to accompany her. After all, I have nowhere else to go. Here, I have food, drink, and servants at my beck and call. Why wouldn’t I enjoy it?"

"In my house, you’d best watch your sharp tongue and listen carefully to what I say. I believe you understand my limits better than anyone." His words held no pity. His previously frigid eyes suddenly sharpened.

She looked at him, seemingly without the slightest fear, a cold smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so, Mr. Geoffrey? If I don’t do as you say, will you resort to your usual tactics to drive me to a dead end, making me wish I were dead?"

Rebecca Quentin’s words were equally unpleasant, each sentence dripping with sarcasm. By now, their relationship seemed to have deteriorated even further; they despised each other like sworn enemies.

Whenever his anger surged, the light in Howard Geoffrey’s eyes would paradoxically grow calmer, as it did now. He spoke in the same flat, indifferent tone, "Four years later, you truly make me see you in a new light!"

"Oh, Mr. Geoffrey, you’d better prepare yourself then. There will be many more things about me to surprise you in the future. And you’d better get used to it, because your mother is very fond of me. Perhaps if I keep hanging around like this, your mother might even force you to remarry me. That would be unfortunate for my sister, of course. But don’t you worry. Even if we do remarry, I’ll give you plenty of freedom. After all, if you want to find other women, it’s not like I can stop you, right?"

She was very happy. At that moment, she finally saw a deeper chill in Howard Geoffrey’s profound eyes. It was obvious she had successfully angered him.

Just as she was wondering how he would retaliate, his phone rang.

She watched him move aside to answer the call. His stern face slowly softened during the conversation, and he even managed a faint smile by the end. Despite the distance, she could hear the softness in his voice and the affection she had once known so well.

The next moment, she stood up straight and left with composure.

Of course, Howard Geoffrey didn’t stay at the Geoffrey residence that night. In fact, for the next few days, Howard Geoffrey didn’t return to the Geoffrey residence at all.

Rebecca Quentin felt that the days had once again returned to the tranquility of when she first arrived. However, during these days, she also gradually began to sense the unfriendliness from the Geoffrey household servants.

For example, at that moment, Mrs. Geoffrey was napping. Rebecca Quentin sat quietly by the window in the Geoffrey living room, reading a fashion magazine by Leonard about jewelry. Since she was used to drinking coffee while reading, she stood up to make herself a cup.

However, just as she stood up, a nearby servant swiftly took her coffee cup, saying respectfully, "Miss Quentin, allow me!"

She hadn’t wanted to trouble the servant, but the servant had already taken the cup and headed to the coffee machine in the kitchen.

She didn’t dwell on it and returned to her magazine.

A short while later, the servant handed her the coffee. She murmured, "Thank you," and raised it to her lips. But who could have expected the coffee to be scalding? In her surprise, she spilled some on herself, and the back of her hand was instantly burned red.

The servant, naturally, apologized profusely, explaining that they’d forgotten to adjust the temperature. Rebecca Quentin found herself unable to say anything. She simply went to the kitchen, ran cold water over her hand, and then returned to her room.

Leaning against the headboard, she cradled her burned hand, a lump tightening in her throat.

She knew that if she left this place, no matter how tough things got, she wouldn’t have to face the sarcastic glances or be targeted like she was now. But she just couldn’t bear to stand by and watch him live happily.

She could understand his desire to take revenge on her father for her sister’s sake. She could treat the two years with him as if nothing had happened. If her sister wanted to take everything from the Quentin family, she would consider it repayment. But even her sister had let it go now. Why did he have to persecute her so despicably, so ruthlessly? Jason Wood was his personal subordinate. Without his orders, no one in this world could command Jason Wood. So, even if her sister had been involved, she would only hate him... Had he ever known what a heart-wrenching experience it was to be hurt like this by someone you cared about...?

KNOCK, KNOCK.

The sound of knocking on the door interrupted Rebecca Quentin’s thoughts. Before Rebecca Quentin could get out of bed, Mrs. Geoffrey had already walked in, an affectionate smile on her face as she approached.

"Becca."

Rebecca Quentin immediately got out of bed, instinctively hiding her burned hand behind her back as she affectionately supported Mrs. Geoffrey. "You’re awake!"

Mrs. Geoffrey sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "I didn’t see you downstairs when I woke up; I figured you were cooped up in your room!"

Rebecca Quentin smiled shyly.

"That brat hasn’t come back; you’ve really been put through a lot these past few days... But I called him today and told him to come home tonight. If he doesn’t listen to me, I won’t let him back into this house ever again."

"Mrs. Geoffrey, uh... please don’t. If he wants to come back, he will," Rebecca Quentin replied. Actually, even with the resentment in her heart, she didn’t want to use her body to get revenge on him. Besides, after hugging him that day and sensing his complete indifference, she knew that approach would never work. He would absolutely have no interest in someone he despised.