Chapter 223: Chapter 122: What Is She Now? (1)
Rebecca Quentin lifted her head, looking through the branches bare of leaves, towards the high and blue sky.
The wind passed quietly.
Howard Geoffrey, your fiancé.
Lady Geoffrey, I’m here today on behalf of Mr. Geoffrey to propose a divorce.
Whether you believe it or not, these two years of marriage have left a mark not only in your heart but also in mine.
Last night was not a momentary impulse, but an impulse I’ve had every time I’ve seen you over the past four years.
Becca, I love you...
Little Andy lying in the stroller let out a babyish babble, interrupting Rebecca Quentin’s thoughts.
Rebecca Quentin crouched down, looking at her son’s rosy and adorable little face, smiling, "Little Andy, what do you want to say to mommy?" Rebecca Quentin gently held her son’s tiny, chubby little fists, her face full of comfort and satisfaction, "When will you call me mommy?"
Holding her son’s hand tightly, Rebecca Quentin played with his fingers.
The child waved his little hands because of her teasing, gurgling, looking like a laugh, though he had not yet learned to laugh.
"Little dummy, are you laughing?" Rebecca Quentin lowered her head and kissed the child, "You’re so cute!"
The child seemed to feel his mother’s praise, constantly waving his hands in delight.
Rebecca Quentin looked lovingly at the childish face of her son, slowly exhaling, "Baby, mommy doesn’t have enough milk to feed you, so mommy is going to find a job tomorrow to earn money to buy you formula. Mommy will take care of you in the daytime, and the nanny will take care of you at night, but mommy will come back before two in the morning to sleep with you..."
The little guy didn’t understand, but instinctively held on to Rebecca Quentin’s hand, as if reluctant to let her go.
Rebecca Quentin tucked the little guy’s hand into the small blanket in the stroller, picking up the rattle placed next to the stroller and gently shaking it, "Listen, this sound is like a wind chime..."
The little guy’s big, black eyes couldn’t yet focus on the object in Rebecca Quentin’s hand, but the sound made him very happy, grinning widely.
Rebecca Quentin continued to tease him, suddenly freezing, gazing at a face growing more and more like his.
The child’s eyes especially resembled his...
A sudden tightness gripped her chest, Rebecca Quentin widened her burning eyes, with a faint smile, "Baby, let’s go home, the nanny is coming back!" Saying this, she stood up and pushed the stroller.
Rebecca Quentin had taken only a few steps when her eyes suddenly caught a tall and upright figure.
Rebecca Quentin froze, her body stiffening in place.
"Becca." Howard Geoffrey’s low, hoarse voice was filled with deep emotion.
Rebecca Quentin still stood there, expressionless.
Howard Geoffrey walked over and stopped one meter away from her, his black eyes looking at her as if through a mist.
Rebecca Quentin held the stroller tightly, her fingers slightly trembling.
"Becca..." Howard Geoffrey’s voice grew even more hoarse.
His handsome face was so close to her, yet the distance between them was so far.
He was still dashing and spirited.
She looked up at him, and her heart still ached, but besides the pain, there was nothing else.
No attachment like before, no bitter grievance, and no joy in seeing him.
Nothing remained...
"If you’re here fearing I’ll say something careless in front of the reporters, rest assured, not many can find their way here, and even if they do, I’ll clarify the disconnection between us." She stated matter-of-factly, with a calmness she had never felt before.
Her indifferent expression stopped him from stepping closer, his face darkening slightly, his gaze swept over her thin figure, concern gathering in his brows, "You’ve lost weight."
"I’ve always been thin, just back to my pre-pregnancy weight."
"You don’t look well."
"No need to trouble yourself."
Howard Geoffrey continued to gaze at Rebecca Quentin’s pale, colorless face, "Becca, can I see the child?"
Rebecca Quentin shook her head, "Sorry, you can’t."
Howard Geoffrey’s heart clenched tightly.
"I am his father, I have the right to see him."
Rebecca Quentin lowered her gaze, looking at the child with clear, big eyes in the stroller, slowly uttering, "The child has no father, he only has a mother."
"Becca..."
"Mr. Geoffrey, I know you’re here because of the blood ties between you and the child, but rest assured, I won’t let the child suffer with me, so spend your time with your girlfriend. You didn’t get married, your girlfriend must be upset, if you set a new date, let me know, I can’t afford a gift, but I will offer my blessings."
Howard Geoffrey felt a stabbing pain in his heart, "Do you have to talk to me like this?"
"Sorry, it’s noon, I need to go back, and the child might be hungry."
"Do you just want to get away from me so badly?"
Howard Geoffrey coldly questioned at Rebecca Quentin’s frail back.
Rebecca Quentin calmly looked ahead and replied, "We’re no longer related, right?"
"So you decided on your own to let the child use ’Quentin’ as his last name?"
"He doesn’t have a father, so naturally, he takes my last name."
"Rebecca Quentin, I’m striving to keep us together!!"
Hearing Howard Geoffrey’s words, Rebecca Quentin chuckled, "Howard Geoffrey, don’t entangle with me anymore, wasting your precious time on me isn’t worth it... spare me some dignity, if one day I leave this world, I will remember your kindness." Her voice was so light, so soft, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind.
Having said that, Rebecca Quentin pushed the stroller, striding firmly as she left.
"Becca!!" His deep, hoarse voice echoed in the wind, in panic for the first time.
She did not turn back again.
In the park, on a treetop bare from winter, an unknown bird perched alone, its cries mournful.
Jason Wood walked up beside Howard Geoffrey, respectfully bowing, "Boss, I watched Miss Quentin return home safely."
Howard Geoffrey nodded slightly, then began to walk.
The thick layer of leaves on the ground rustled underfoot.
Howard Geoffrey didn’t hear it, lost in his own thoughts.
She really was different from how she used to be.
He remembered when she married him at the age of twenty, she was like a blank canvas, innocent, simple, shy, and timid.
At that time, he wondered how Alexander Quentin and Vivian Lindsey could have such a kind and wonderful daughter?
He didn’t believe it...
So, he treated her like a plaything, teasing her when he was interested, leaving T City when he was not.