Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 853 - 440: Extra Story: Questioning Ren Qingle (2)

Chapter 853: Chapter 440: Extra Story: Questioning Ren Qingle (2)

As she put her hand on the doorknob to open the door, he caught her by the waist and pulled her towards him, "Where are you going?"

"Leaving."

Skyler Jones, enduring the pain in his lower body, tightly encircled her, "I won’t let you go."

"What right do you have to confine me?"

"You’re my wife."

"We’re already planning to get divorced."

"But you’re still wearing our wedding ring."

Christine Quinn raised her hand, "A ring, is it?" She nodded, as if determined to sever her ties with him, "I’ll take it off and return it to you now."

"Don’t..."

Skyler Jones tightly grasped her hand, holding her closer, "You really won’t forgive me?"

Christine Quinn hit him forcefully, "Who would forgive a rogue like you?"

"Then just keep hitting, until you’re satisfied."

"I don’t want to, hitting you is a waste of my energy."

He pulled her slightly away and looked at her puffed-up face with a flattering smile, "Considering that the most important two parts of my body are injured, please forgive me just this once!"

Christine Quinn finally gave him one last hit, softening, and leaned into his embrace.

He let out a sigh of relief, holding her tenderly.

He really thought she wouldn’t forgive him just now...

She closed her eyes and reached out to hug him, "I’m useless, I just can’t stay mad at you."

He kissed her hair, "I promise there will be no more deception in the future."

"Wait." She suddenly looked up at him, "So, was mom and Howard Geoffrey aware of this too?"

"Yeah, and Marie too..."

What? She was the only one kept in the dark?

Anger surged up inside Christine Quinn, yet she called out with a smile, "Oversky..."

He rested his chin on her forehead, "Hmm?" Her gentle smile made him infatuated.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Christine Quinn gave Skyler Jones’ lower body a sudden kick.

Seeing him bend over in pain again, she maintained her gentle smile, and said, "You really deserve to be crippled."

"Mommy, are you really ignoring me?"

In the living room, Marie hugged Christine Quinn’s leg and asked.

Christine Quinn sat leisurely on the sofa, glanced at her daughter who was trying hard to please her, "Tell me, are you closer to your dad or to me?"

"Both the same, you’re my mommy and daddy after all!"

Christine Quinn gave her daughter a sideways glance and pouted, "Have you forgotten how mommy raised you all on her own for those years?"

Marie tilted her head and asked, "Mommy, do you not want me to be close to daddy?"

Christine Quinn said righteously, "Mommy didn’t say you can’t be close to daddy, but between daddy and mommy, you need to be closer to mommy. Now, you always side with daddy and help him deceive mommy; it makes mommy feel that the years she spent raising you alone do not compare to the two or three years your daddy’s been back."

Marie pretended to be aggrieved and lowered her head, "Mommy, I know I was wrong."

Christine Quinn couldn’t stand seeing her daughter aggrieved and immediately said, "Alright, alright, mommy’s not mad at you; mommy’s just angry that your daddy acted to deceive mommy."

What a scam about selling "Oversky" because of paralysis, and Chester Robinson could cure his paralysis... He could definitely win an Oscar for Best Actor.

The most hateful was that night...

Thinking of that, Christine Quinn couldn’t help blushing.

He even asked her to take the initiative.

Damn Skyler Jones, kicking him twice was already too lenient!!

"Mommy, daddy had no other choice, otherwise you’d be with Uncle Gibson."

Thinking about it, if Skyler Jones hadn’t pretended to be "paralyzed," her choices might indeed have been different today.

Christine Quinn lay on the sofa, grumbling, "Encountering such a rogue, I can only blame my bad luck for not recognizing people well when I was younger..."

Christine Quinn mumbled to herself for quite a while before realizing her daughter hadn’t responded.

She turned to look for her daughter but found a tall and well-built figure standing in front of the sofa.

Christine Quinn was startled, "You, you, when did you come back?"

Skyler Jones stood there with his arms crossed, leisurely observing her, "Not long, just a few minutes ago!"

Christine Quinn drew back her legs and leaned against the sofa, "Didn’t you say you were going to the office? How come you’re back so quickly..."

Skyler Jones put down his arms and sat down lazily beside Christine Quinn.

Christine Quinn shivered and scooted away, trying to distance herself from him.

But he stretched out his long arms and pulled her back beside him, "If I didn’t come back, how would I know you were so dissatisfied with me?"

Christine Quinn calmly removed Skyler Jones’ hand, "Don’t think your past deceits are settled just like that; we’ll settle them slowly in the future."

Skyler Jones suddenly pinned Christine Quinn on the sofa, holding her hands and mischievously asking, "Do you really want to settle with me?"

Looking at his muscular body leaning low and those flirtatious eyes that made her blush and her heart race, Christine Quinn couldn’t help but blush, "Hey, this is the living room, you, you... behave yourself."

Skyler Jones chuckled, "Are you saying to go to the room then?"

"Go to hell." Christine Quinn pushed Skyler Jones’s chest, "If you don’t let go, I... I’ll shout."

"Who will you shout for?"

"I’ll shout for Marie!"

"Sorry, our precious daughter has always been on my side."

"You’re such a shameless rogue."

Skyler Jones lowered his head and pecked her lips, "Weren’t those two kicks hard enough?"

Christine Quinn turned her face to the side, completely indifferent, "At least you’re not crippled yet."

Skyler Jones turned Christine Quinn’s face back, smiling teasingly, "If I were really crippled... you wouldn’t have a happy life anymore."

"Then I really should try..." At the same time, Christine Quinn raised her leg for a kick.

However, having already been "injured" twice before, Skyler Jones anticipated this and moved away as she raised her leg.

Christine Quinn was frustrated and tried to wiggle free, but found herself firmly pinned by him.

"Hey..." Christine Quinn wanted to curse, but saw from the corner of her eye a servant giggling and quickly darting away from the hall. "Let me go, there are so many people here... you have no shame, but I do."

"Let’s go back to the room then."

"Go back to the room for what?"

"To do what needs to be done."

"Huh?"