CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 53: ACTUALLY, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T CARE 1

He also gazed at her, as if he had not seen her clearly before, his attention totally captivated for a moment.

So when she struggled, he clasped her hands with his.

"Let... let go..." Her breath was uneven, her voice fluctuating.

Howard Geoffrey’s voice became increasingly husky, "I thought you would say to continue."

"I..." Once again, her words choked in her throat.

What should I do?

No, I must not give in at this moment. I must stay calm, even more calm. He wouldn’t do anything to me. He’s just trying to get me to back off.

It was hard to imagine her expression at that moment. Rebecca Quentin almost bit her tongue to blurt out, "I... want you not to stop!"

Rebecca Quentin had no idea how appealing these words could be to a man...

Howard Geoffrey seemed to sink into it too, gazing at her with an intensity that deepened like a vortex...

Not knowing whether he did it just to punish her, or because he couldn’t resist his own feelings, he leaned over and indeed claimed her lips.

The moment their lips touched, she stilled for a second, her eyes wide as she looked at his handsome face. Suddenly, "AH—"

A sharp scream came, and she forcibly pushed him away. Before he could react, she jumped off the sofa, tossing anything within reach at him...

Suddenly, pillows, magazines, and metal decorations flew all around, creating a chaotic atmosphere in the room.

「Meanwhile.」

Mrs. Geoffrey, fresh from her bath, was sitting at her vanity. She suddenly heard a clatter of objects being thrown about.

Mrs. Geoffrey pricked up her ears and listened for a moment, then called a servant and asked, "Is that noise coming from Mr. Geoffrey’s room?"

The servant somewhat uncertainly nodded, "It does seem to be coming from there."

Mrs. Geoffrey furrowed her brows, "What are those two up to, making so much noise?"

Of course, Mrs. Geoffrey knew that Howard Geoffrey was in Rebecca Quentin’s room at this moment. However, the noises did not sound like a couple having fun. Worried, she put on her robe and made her way to Howard Geoffrey’s room.

By the time Rebecca Quentin had thrown everything within her reach, she noticed that Howard Geoffrey hadn’t bothered to dodge a single item. Finally, bright red blood was dripping from his hand onto the floor.

Seeing the blood, Rebecca Quentin was startled, frozen in her tracks.

"Why aren’t you throwing anything else?"

Rebecca Quentin looked up at Howard Geoffrey, and then caught a glimpse of the cold, stern look in his eyes. She felt fear, and just as she was about to retreat, he had already pressed her against the bed.

The scuffle continued—only now it was on the bed...

"Let me go, let me go..." She struggled with all her might.

He restrained her restless hands, his hawk-like gaze never leaving her and his breath heavy.

Her face was slightly tilted up, her breathing also becoming erratic and her body still squirming.

Just then, the bedroom door was twisted open from outside, accompanied by a voice, "Becca, are you..."

Rebecca Quentin instantly tensed up.

"Uh..."

Seeing the inappropriate scene, Mrs. Geoffrey quickly backed out whilst cleverly muttering, "They’ve started keeping the lights on nowadays..."

Hearing Mrs. Geoffrey, Howard Geoffrey was expressionless. Yet Rebecca Quentin turned as red as a cooked shrimp and quickly pushed him away. Unexpectedly, she missed her footing and fell off the bed.

"AH!"

She cried in pain. Rebecca Quentin sat propped by the edge of the bed, her cheeks puffed up in irritation and her butt aching.

Howard Geoffrey got up, then calmly approached Rebecca Quentin. Seeing her pouting like a little girl, he couldn’t help but smile, "Finished playing?"

Rebecca Quentin glared at him angrily, "Who was playing with you? I haven’t finished with you yet!!"

Howard Geoffrey crouched down, lifted her chin, and bantered, "I really want to see how you’re not finished with me. Like today?"

Flustered and indignant, Rebecca Quentin turned her head away, disdaining to look at him. She said coldly, "Don’t forget, what goes around comes around."

"Very good." Howard Geoffrey stood up, straightened his slightly rumpled shirt, and said lightly, "It seems you will never learn."

Of course, Howard Geoffrey did not stay in the room that night. No one knew why, but it started a flurry of rumors among the Geoffrey family about the "intense" night...

So, over the next few days, Mrs. Geoffrey personally cooked soup for Rebecca Quentin. She never said it was for recovery, but she always looked satisfied when Rebecca Quentin finished drinking it.