Chapter 263: Chapter 142: Bastard! (Part 2)
Rebecca Quentin was startled, and in an instant, memories of yesterday afternoon began to replay vividly in her mind.
The faint remaining pain in her lower body reminded her that everything she remembered indeed happened...
Feeling unbearably ashamed, a fire of anger ignited in Rebecca Quentin’s heart.
How could he, how could he...
"Awake?"
At the moment Rebecca Quentin was seething with anger, she heard a lazy, deep voice from above her.
Rebecca Quentin instantly became furious, reaching out with her hand to slap him, but he preemptively caught her hand a second earlier.
The natural strength disparity between men and women left her unable to fight back. He twisted her hand behind her back and pulled her into his embrace, his voice still magnetic and hoarse, "Don’t be fussy, be good, and sleep a bit more." He said, lightly kissing her on the brow.
It wasn’t until their bodies were pressed together that Rebecca Quentin realized they were both stark naked, her softness pressing against his chest.
Rebecca Quentin abruptly pushed Howard Geoffrey away, face flushed, and swiftly sat up, clutching the quilt.
Howard Geoffrey, caught off guard, nearly fell off the bed, luckily he quickly outstretched his arm to pull her back, his sleepy eyes lazily opening, gazing at her pretty face.
Rebecca Quentin immediately fell into Howard Geoffrey’s arms, both of them teetering on the edge of the bed, on the brink of falling off.
"Why can’t you behave a little first thing in the morning?"
Rebecca Quentin balled her fists and pounded on Howard Geoffrey’s chest, her voice a tear-choked whine of anger, "You’re too much... I will definitely report you, you jerk!!"
Howard Geoffrey grasped Rebecca Quentin’s restless hands, his now fully awake eyes tenderly fixed on her angry face, soothingly said, "Alright, it’s all my fault..."
Rebecca Quentin wasn’t willing to listen to Howard Geoffrey’s coaxing. Besides trying to free her hands, her body was also twisting on him.
Howard Geoffrey suddenly released Rebecca Quentin’s hands, instead wrapping his arms around her waist, kindly reminding, "If you keep moving, we might fall off the bed."
But Rebecca Quentin couldn’t be bothered about that right now; she didn’t stop struggling, cursing incessantly, "Bastard! Bastard!!"
The next second, because of Rebecca Quentin’s vigorous movement, Howard Geoffrey lost his balance, and both of them fell off the bed.
"Ah..."
Rebecca Quentin screamed in fear.
The two of them rolled around for a bit, fortunately landing on an expensive cashmere carpet, preventing them both from getting hurt too badly. However, the way they ended up left Rebecca Quentin full of regret.
As it turns out, in the tumble from the bed, he ended up pinning her beneath him, and the crucial point was that their bodies were intimately pressed together, his lower body seemingly flush against hers.
Almost immediately, she felt him pressing against her there.
She didn’t know when he had such a strong reaction; his hardness and intensity were alarming to her.
Rebecca Quentin abruptly stopped struggling, her eyes warily fixed on Howard Geoffrey, not daring to move a muscle.
Howard Geoffrey’s mischievously narrowed eyes focused on Rebecca Quentin’s frightened, pale face, a slight smile playing on his lips, "What, are you scared?"
Rebecca Quentin dared not move, gritting her teeth to utter, "Get off."
Howard Geoffrey relished teasing Rebecca Quentin, cheekily retorted, "Are you sure you want me to get off?" As he spoke, he pressed himself further down, immediately bringing it to her entrance.
"You..." Rebecca Quentin blushed with anger, "If you dare, I promise, I promise..."
"You’re stuttering, are you that scared?"
Seeing the glint of mischief in Howard Geoffrey’s eyes, Rebecca Quentin’s anger flared even more, "Howard Geoffrey!"
Howard Geoffrey lowered his head, kissing Rebecca Quentin’s furious face, "Alright, first thing in the morning, even if I want to, I wouldn’t force you, make you angry with me... Don’t be upset, shall I carry you for a bath?" With that, Howard Geoffrey got off Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin almost instantly stretched out her hand to pull the quilt over her, wrapping herself, and dashed into the bathroom.
Howard Geoffrey watched amusedly as Rebecca Quentin rushed into the bathroom as if she were fleeing, his eyes suddenly landing on the clothing scattered on the floor from yesterday.
Her clothes, jeans, bra, and that shredded pair of panties...
She hadn’t taken anything inside to change into; what would she wear when she came out?
As expected, about twenty minutes after Rebecca Quentin had entered the bathroom, Howard Geoffrey heard her calling from inside, "Howard Geoffrey――"
Howard Geoffrey walked to the door, knocked on the bathroom door, and responded, "Hmm?"
Rebecca Quentin seemed to be speaking against her will, her voice tinged with restrained emotion, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Speak."
"Help me bring my clothes."
"No problem."
Seconds later, Howard Geoffrey stood before the bathroom door again, softly saying, "Open the door."
Rebecca Quentin seemed to hesitate for a few seconds in the bathroom before making up her mind to open the door, albeit just a crack, extending a slender arm awkwardly, "Bring me the clothes."
Howard Geoffrey promptly handed over the clothes he had at hand.
Rebecca Quentin took them, and upon seeing they were his shirt, she furrowed her brow, "Didn’t I tell you to bring the clothes I wore yesterday?"
Howard Geoffrey, already in a robe, leaning against the door, shrugged, and slowly replied, "If you’re referring to the ones I ruined yesterday, I can bring them to you, but I’m afraid you still won’t be able to wear them out."
Howard Geoffrey’s words made Rebecca Quentin vividly recall the intensity of yesterday.
She resisted, he would not tolerate refusal...
Consequently, her clothes ended up in various states of disrepair, especially shameful was the severe damage to her intimate apparel...
"I won’t wear your shirt!!" Rebecca Quentin stubbornly declared.
Howard Geoffrey leaned against the door, arms crossed, asking with interest, "Are you implying you’ll stay in the bathroom indefinitely?"
"I..."
"OK, you can stay in there, I’ll go get someone to buy you some clothes now, but I’m going to shower, not waiting for your clothes to arrive." With that, Howard Geoffrey stepped away from the bathroom.
Standing inside the bathroom, Rebecca Quentin widened her eyes in panic. What, was he going to shower?
The next moment, Rebecca Quentin quickly donned the shirt Howard Geoffrey had left outside the bathroom door, buttoning it at rapid speed, and dashed out of the bathroom.
Howard Geoffrey had just started dialing a number on his phone when Rebecca Quentin came out of the bathroom wearing his shirt.