Rebecca Quentin nestled in Howard Geoffrey's arms, wrapping her hands around him, and softly said, "I must have let you down, otherwise you wouldn't be staying alone in the study."
"I do have some worries, but they are about the company, not because of you, darling." Howard Geoffrey affectionately kissed Rebecca Quentin's drooping eyelashes.
Rebecca Quentin met Howard Geoffrey's gaze and asked uncertainly, "Are you really not bothered that I set aside our registration today for my mother's matter?"
"Your mother's matter, it's indeed quite a shock for you."
Rebecca Quentin hoarsely admitted, "All day today, I've been feeling very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable... I never thought there would be a day when I could meet my own mother, nor did I expect her to be so cruel and heartless to me..."
Howard Geoffrey gazed into Rebecca Quentin's slightly watery, clear eyes, "Darling, do you want to see her?"
