Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 665 - 346: He Has to Work Hard to Please His Wife 2_2
"Honey, I’m in New York now. The company’s anniversary celebration was very successful, and ’Skytop’ has become the leader in the industry as I wished. However, when I’m surrounded by fame and glory, I realize I don’t care about them anymore. At that moment, all I wanted was for you to be by my side."
"Honey, when will you come back?"
"Honey, I will keep waiting for you... until you’re willing to return to my side."
"Honey, today Andrew..."
The phone screen was filled with messages.
Rebecca Quentin couldn’t read each one, but whenever her gaze passed over them, they were all about him reporting his daily activities to her.
She knew he was never fond of texting, thinking it was a waste of time, yet now he was tirelessly doing it.
She had always seen the changes he made for her.
Staring at the phone screen, her vision gradually blurred...
At the same time, at "Skytop" Group.
After the meeting, Lisa Cecily followed behind Howard Geoffrey, routinely summarizing the meeting for him, "President, I think Ford Construction’s stock appreciation is greatly related to their upcoming bid for the Golden Hotel project in Dubai. According to the newly appointed International Business Council, Ford’s President Roy has already flown to Dubai, determined to win this project. However, ’Skytop’ is the most favored in the industry, and it’s rumored that ’Skytop’ will secure this project... What’s your opinion? Should I arrange for you to fly to Dubai in the next couple of days?"
Howard Geoffrey raised his brow slightly, deep in thought.
Lisa Cecily, not hearing a response from Howard, turned her head for a quick glance and found her boss in a daze.
"President, President..."
Howard Geoffrey finally snapped back as he entered his office, "Hmm."
"I was saying..." Lisa Cecil was about to repeat the business matter she just discussed with the President.
Unexpectedly, as Lisa began, Howard was already seated at his desk and said faintly, "We won’t pursue this project."
Lisa’s mouth slightly agape, first surprised that her boss could multitask, then shocked by his words, "Ah, not pursue it?"
Did she hear wrong? In the past, Howard was always determined to secure such grand international projects unless he was already handling another.
Howard nodded, "I’m a bit tired and wish to rest."
"Rest?" Lisa opened her mouth wide in surprise, enough to swallow an ostrich egg, "President, by ’rest,’ you mean?"
"The company is now on track. In the future, I’ll hand things over to Vice President Gordon. If it’s convenient for you, guide him more often."
"President, are you saying you plan to step back?"
Howard clasped his hands on the desk, "I’ve been thinking, over the years I’ve neglected too many people for the company... Despite earning so much money, I haven’t taken my mom on a trip even once. I even often miss her calls to come home for a meal, and then there’s Becca... Even if I spend the rest of my life with her, I can’t make up for all the hardships she’s endured for me."
So it turns out his wife not being by his side has affected him...
Lisa concealed her laughter internally, thinking, "Boss, even you have days like this, huh? I thought there’d be no one who could tame your authoritarian, arrogant self. Now... you got your ’karma,’ didn’t you? That’s what you get for often scolding me harshly..."
Despite being overjoyed inside, Lisa still feigned sympathy and asked sadly, "The President’s wife hasn’t returned yet?"
Howard shook his head, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, his handsome face uncharacteristically showing a drained exhaustion.
Lisa pretended to give concern, "Boss, I feel you can’t just sit idly by like this. Women are prone to overthinking. The more time you give her, the more she’ll think. I suggest you find a way to bring the President’s wife back soon."
Howard opened his dark eyes, his brow furrowed, "Really?"
Lisa nodded emphatically, "Of course. Think about it, the President’s wife is habitually someone who overthinks. What if she thinks and thinks and then decides there’s no point in being with you, the President, and..."
"Jason Wood!!"
Howard suddenly sat upright and called sternly.
Jason Wood rushed in from outside as fast as he could, "Boss, I’m here."
"Now go find out Becca’s whereabouts for me."
Jason received the order and quickly responded.
Just as Jason was about to step out of the office, Howard’s voice called out again, "Wait, better not go. If she finds out, she’ll definitely be angry." He promised not to disturb her.
Jason turned around, looking at his boss.
"But if I don’t go, and she starts overthinking..."
The never before seen indecisiveness in handling something like this made both Jason and Lisa watch Howard’s conflicted expression as if witnessing something extraordinary. After celebrating internally, the two exchanged amused glances.
After Jason laughed to himself, he asked seriously, "Boss, should I go or not?"
"Go... never mind, don’t go... still, go!"
Jason deliberately urged, "Boss..."
Lisa feigned a worried expression, "President, given that the President’s wife’s thoughts are hard to predict, wouldn’t it be more secure to wait for her return? But no one knows when she plans to return. It might be a few days, maybe a few months, or..."
After saying this, Lisa sneaked a glance at her boss’s face, watching his expression usually as calm as a still lake turning a darker, distressed shade of pig liver, and barely contained her laughter.
Unfortunately, Jason, the useless fellow, actually laughed out loud.
The boss, perceptive as ever, looked up upon hearing the laughter, spotting the two subordinates trying to stifle their mirth. His dark eyes swept over them as he coldly barked, "Tired of living, are you?"
Jason and Lisa escaped the office as if fleeing a predator.
Three days later.
Rebecca Quentin bent down to place a bouquet of white flowers in front of the tomb.
Lowering her gaze, she noticed her father’s kind face smeared with dust from wind and rain. She crouched down, reaching out to gently wipe it away for him.
Once her father’s face was clean again, she gave him a faint smile, "Daddy, your daughter really lacks filial piety; see how dirty your face got."
The photo of Alexander Quentin still carried that gentle smile.
