Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 701 - 364: Extra Story: Falling for Him 2_2

Chapter 701: Chapter 364: Extra Story: Falling for Him 2_2

Unfortunately, Skyler Jones’s phone just couldn’t be reached.

Christine Quinn couldn’t help but curse inwardly...

Damned man, at a time like this, he still has the mood to meet women. It’s almost like he’s on the brink of ruin.

What should I do?

She didn’t even know where he went with Nita for lunch...

Just as Christine Quinn was at a loss, the phone rang again.

The caller had clearly lost patience, chirping, "Miss Secretary, what does your boss say? I’m right by the fax machine now, if you don’t transfer the money within half an hour, I’ll have to let this go public."

"No! Wait..." Christine Quinn shouted anxiously, "To be honest, I can’t reach my boss right now. Can you make an exception? I can give you three hundred thousand first, just give me an hour. In an hour, I’ll have my boss contact you."

The other party thought for a moment, then agreed, "Fine, one hour. If Skyler Jones hasn’t transferred the money to me by then, don’t blame me for being merciless."

After hanging up, Christine Quinn grabbed her bag and hurried out of the office.

"Hey, Secretary Quinn, don’t you have something scheduled for this afternoon?" the receptionist asked.

"Yeah, I’ll be back shortly," Christine Quinn said, looking flustered as she left the company. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

As Christine Quinn walked out of the company, she called her best friend.

After hearing the whole story from Christine, her friend shouted, "Are you crazy? You want to borrow money from me to help your boss with this issue?"

"Hilda, you don’t know how serious the situation is... I urgently need your hundred thousand dollars; I have two hundred thousand myself. I can buy him an hour’s time... I’ll find him within this hour, and by then he’ll definitely repay us..."

"What if he doesn’t repay?"

"He will, he’s so rich, he doesn’t even care about this three hundred thousand..."

"Girl, what’s wrong with you?" Hilda cursed on the other end, "Who is Skyler Jones to you, that you worry and run around for him like this? Don’t tell me you’ve really fallen for him?"

"You’re overthinking, I love to help people, always have..."

"But you’re using your own money to help him... and you’re usually so meticulous about money!"

"He’ll pay me back... Quick, transfer the money to me, I don’t have much time..."

Hilda sighed, "Dear, just don’t end up losing both the man and the money..."

Christine Quinn forced a laugh, "No, that won’t happen..."

"Alright, I’ll transfer the money to you now."

After transferring the money to the blackmailer and securing one hour, Christine Quinn frantically continued trying to contact Skyler Jones.

Unfortunately, Skyler Jones’s phone was still unreachable, his whereabouts suddenly seemed to have vanished...

Christine Quinn even went to a few hotels where Skyler usually took his "girlfriends," but still didn’t find him...

Time ticked away, and as the hour was almost up, Christine Quinn sat dazedly on a bench by the roadside, an inexplicable heaviness and worry weighing on her heart.

Gradually, her eyes became moist...

The gloomy sky began to drizzle...

Christine Quinn sat by the roadside as if she didn’t feel the rain painfully hitting her face, she wept softly.

Suddenly...

A luxurious black car stopped in front of her.

She slowly lifted her eyes, unsure whether wet from tears or rain, to look at the tall figure stepping out of the car.

It was Skyler Jones.

He stood in the rain, looking at her drenched and disheveled figure.

Suddenly, he took off his jacket, wrapped her shivering body with it, and carried her directly into the car.

Inside the car, the warm air on, Christine Quinn no longer felt cold. She turned to look at Skyler Jones, who was driving, "You owe me three hundred thousand; that was all my money, and a bit that I borrowed from my friend."

Skyler Jones said expressionlessly, "How could you be so foolish... a blackmail call, and you panic like that."

"I didn’t know that person had already leaked the news to the media, and then wanted to get money from you, while those media didn’t dare report your affairs, they already tipped you off..."

Skyler Jones turned his head, looking at Christine Quinn, whose wet hair draped over her shoulders, showing a pitiful, adorable look. He chuckled lightly, casting his gaze forward, lips curling into a wild, arrogant smile, "If I could be so easily manipulated, how could I have achieved what I have today?"

"Yeah, you’re impressive, I was just foolishly worrying," Christine Quinn replied irritably.

Skyler Jones continued to smile.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, then Christine Quinn suddenly frowned, "This road doesn’t seem to be leading back to the company."

"Hmm, we’re not going back to the company."

"Not going back to the company?" Christine Quinn’s body jolted, "Then where are we going?"

Skyler Jones glanced at the towering building outside the window, "We’re here."

Christine Quinn followed his gaze, and immediately gasped.

What? The Intercontinental Hotel?

Christine Quinn was half-dragged, half-carried by Skyler Jones into a room at the high-end hotel.

"You... what do you plan to do?"

At this moment, trapped between the wall and Skyler Jones, Christine Quinn wrapped her arms around her wet clothes, biting her lips nervously as she asked.

Skyler Jones placed his hands on either side of Christine Quinn’s body, trapping her, his deep black eyes locking onto her rain-soaked, clear bright eyes, "Earlier... why did you cry?"

"Huh?"

Skyler Jones leaned in closer, "Tell the truth."

Christine Quinn, realizing, answered truthfully, "Because we share the same tragic childhood... Your mother abandoned you; my father didn’t want me either. Your father ignored and even abandoned you; my mother went insane from missing my father, causing me not to have a normal childhood... So I understand how you feel."

Skyler Jones squinted, asking, "You worried about me?"

"Just sympathy."

"You sympathize with me?"

"I also sympathize with myself."

"Why did you use all your money to help me?"

"I always love to help others."

"Were you upset this morning?"

"For no reason, why would I be upset."

Skyler Jones gently lifted Christine Quinn’s delicate chin, "You were."

"I wasn’t."

"I saw you were disappointed..."

"I wasn’t..."

His warm lips suddenly covered hers, his gentle hand cradling the back of her head, swallowing all the words she wanted to say.