Chapter 238: Chapter 130: Geoffrey Plays Dirty 4
Howard Geoffrey exhaled slowly, "You should get some sleep, I’ll go outside for a smoke."
Rebecca Quentin nodded.
When Howard returned from smoking, he saw Rebecca sitting by the window in a daze.
With him around, of course, she wouldn’t dare sleep...
Howard understood Rebecca’s cautious mind and didn’t mind it. He softly asked, "It’s noon, are you hungry?"
Rebecca turned to look at Howard and nodded.
Howard said indifferently, "I’ll change my clothes."
He might have gone to the car to get clothes when he was outside smoking because he was often very busy, sometimes so much that he had no time to pick out clothes. So Jason Wood and Secretary Cecily always remembered to prepare a complete outfit for him in his car for when he needed it.
Rebecca immediately stood up and quickly said, "I’ll wait for you downstairs."
"Mm."
With that, Rebecca left the room in a hurry as if escaping.
Because she was hungry, Rebecca didn’t wait for Howard to come before she ordered food.
Just as the waiter left, Howard arrived.
He was dressed very casually. Although he was in his thirties, he looked like someone in his twenties. Despite not having the formality and sternness of wearing a suit for work, he still exuded an extraordinary aura, that innate nobility remaining.
"Did you order food?" Howard sat down opposite Rebecca and asked.
"Mm, I ordered yours too."
Howard lifted his eyelids and fixed his bright black eyes on hers, "You know what I like to eat?"
Rebecca spread her hands, "There are only two meals here, either A or B, so I just ordered both A and B."
The light in Howard’s eyes immediately faded, his thin lips indifferent, "Whatever!"
The atmosphere inexplicably became somewhat awkward. Rebecca picked up a glass of water and took a sip.
Howard tilted his head, lit a cigarette intentionally, observing Rebecca, who didn’t know where to put her face.
Feeling Howard’s constant gaze, Rebecca, to avoid feeling awkward in front of him, immediately changed the topic, "Uh, you said the hotel is fully booked, but why does the dining room have so few people at lunchtime?"
"Hm?" Howard pondered, "Maybe everyone is staying in their rooms!"
Rebecca wasn’t paying much attention to the question either, and hearing Howard’s answer, she also replied perfunctorily, "Hehe, maybe it’s because of the cold weather!"
Howard extinguished the cigarette butt, his lips slightly curled upwards, suddenly picking up the water glass and taking a light sip.
At this moment, a hotel staff member walked toward them.
The person seemed to be the receptionist, the same lady who attended to him when Howard checked in.
The receptionist politely nodded to them and then respectfully said to Howard, "Sir, you left your room card at the lobby earlier. Our staff picked it up for you. Please keep it safe."
Howard looked at the receptionist, his usually profound gaze now carried additional meaning.
The receptionist wore the typical service staff smile on her face.
Howard said, "Thank you," taking money from his wallet enough to pay the receptionist a month’s salary as a tip.
Rebecca noticed Howard’s eyes lingering on the receptionist earlier, and seeing how much tip Howard gave the woman, she couldn’t help but glance at the receptionist’s face.
She looked quite ordinary too, but she was young, probably in her twenties, fresh and tender. Men probably just love this youthfulness.
Rebecca had never thought Howard would go for that type, picking up her water glass and taking another sip, feeling a stuffy discomfort in her chest.
Rebecca had no idea what Howard was grateful to the receptionist for. Deep down, she despised Howard’s actions at that moment.
It’s just a young woman. Everyone ages. At twenty-seven, maybe she’ll be incomparable to her!
Uh, why compare herself to the receptionist? Whoever he looked at or liked, what did it matter to her?
Thinking of this, Rebecca reverted to her nonchalant self.
Two waiters approached with their meals, carefully placing them in front of them, one of them eagerly speaking, "Enjoy your meal. If anything isn’t to your taste, please let us know, and we can replace it for you."
Rebecca politely said, "Thank you." Maybe they noticed Howard’s wealth, so they’re being particularly polite and courteous? She remembered when she stayed at upscale hotels before, she’d never received such service treatment.
While Rebecca was lost in thought, the two waiters had already left with their tips.