Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 731 - 379: Extra: Christine Quinn’s Counterattack_2

Chapter 731: Chapter 379: Extra: Christine Quinn’s Counterattack_2

"Don’t you have a date?" Christine Quinn casually said.

Christine Quinn’s words made Skyler Jones, who was fiddling with his cuff, raise an eyebrow. He lifted his head and looked at her, "Are you sure you’re using a peaceful tone when talking to me now?"

"I’m just sure that I have plans tonight, so I don’t have time to go with you."

Skyler Jones slightly furrowed his brow, "Plans?"

"Yes."

"Jonathon Gibson?"

Christine Quinn mimicked his usual dismissive manner, squinting her eyes slightly, "Are you sure you’re not prying into my personal affairs now?"

Faced with her sharp retort, Skyler Jones stopped fiddling with his cuff, and like a dangerous jaguar, he strutted elegantly up to her.

He looked down at her condescendingly.

Her gaze was uncompromising.

He chuckled, lifting her beautiful chin, and said gently, "When I have plans with you, you’d better cancel all other dates because... being Mrs. Jones isn’t that easy."

"You..."

"Daddy Mommy!!"

A child’s innocent voice came.

Skyler Jones and Christine Quinn both looked at Marilyn Quinn who was running into the room at the moment.

Marilyn Quinn had a newspaper in hand and looked at her father with annoyance, "Daddy, didn’t you sleep at home last night?"

Skyler Jones had already glanced at the newspaper’s eye-catching headline. He asked as if it was no big deal, "What’s wrong?"

Marilyn Quinn handed the newspaper to Skyler Jones, "They say you spent the night outside last night."

At that moment, Skyler Jones set the newspaper aside, then squatted down, reached out to embrace his pouting daughter, and patiently and tenderly said, "How could the contents of a newspaper be accurate? Daddy and Mommy just got up... didn’t we? Wife."

Christine Quinn froze for a second, then nodded, "Yes... that’s right!"

Marilyn Quinn reached out to wrap her arms around her father’s neck, "Why do these newspapers report so randomly..."

Skyler Jones lovingly picked up Marilyn Quinn, walking out of the room, and said, "They’re just trying to attract attention. In business, it’s called ’the end justifies the means’..."

Why does your word have to be law for me anyway, it’s just that I don’t want to argue with you...

It’s okay, Christine Quinn, you’re just doing it for your daughter...

Angels and demons exchanged voices deep down. Christine Quinn shook her head to rid her mind of these chaotic thoughts, looking at herself in the floor mirror with annoyance.

Knock, knock.

A knock on the door came.

"Come in."

"Sis, did you want to see me?"

The person who came in was Rebecca Quentin.

Christine Quinn turned from the mirror holding a dress in her hands, casting an impatient glance at the multiple dresses lying on the bed, "Help me choose one, I don’t know which to wear."

Rebecca Quentin picked up one of the pretty dresses from the bed, examining it as she spoke, "Your taste has always been better than mine."

"But you know, this is my first public appearance with him under the title of ’husband and wife.’ I really don’t know what suits the role of Mrs. Jones."

Rebecca Quentin winked at Christine Quinn, "The red one you’re holding will definitely make you shine tonight."

"I don’t need to shine."

"But Mrs. Jones does."

Christine Quinn screamed in frustration in her heart and then plopped onto the bed, "Damn it!!"

Rebecca Quentin leaned closer, "Cursing a certain Mr. again?"

Christine Quinn suppressed the raging emotions in her heart, nodded, "Okay, I’ll choose the red one then, let’s just say it’s for Marie."

"Right, didn’t you say you had plans with friends tonight?"

"Looks like they’ll have to be canceled."

Rebecca Quentin tilted her head, looking at Christine Quinn, "I’m very curious about this man you’re supposed to meet tonight, who once hosted you for a night."

Christine Quinn frowned, "You know?"

Rebecca Quentin smiled, "I saw him drive you back that day."

Christine Quinn nodded, "His name is Jonathon Gibson, we haven’t seen each other for many years, recently met again."

"Jonathon Gibson?" Rebecca Quentin squinted sensitively, "That name sounds..."

"That’s right, he took over as the new International Business Director from Robinson. I believe Howard Geoffrey mentioned him to you."

Rebecca Quentin widened her eyes in shock, "My goodness... Sis, you actually know such a young talent?"

"He’s the cousin of a good friend of mine. We were close in childhood until he emigrated overseas... We hadn’t seen each other for so many years, and when we met again, he had achieved such accomplishments."

"This sounds a bit unusual... wait... let me guess, you were childhood sweethearts, does that mean you once had something special?"

Christine Quinn answered truthfully, "I once had the opportunity to become lovers with him, but back then his family was well-off while I was sick and had a sick mother to care for. To others, it seemed like I was marrying above my station, though he didn’t mind."

"So you didn’t choose to be with him?"

"Yes."

"What happened afterward?"

"Later on..." Christine Quinn paused here.

Rebecca Quentin looked at Christine Quinn with anticipation.

Christine Quinn raised her gaze to the distance and slowly answered, "On another occasion when he came to look for me, he coincidentally saw me returning in Skyler Jones’ car, and after that, he never came for me again... then later, I heard they all emigrated overseas."

"It sounds like a very sad story."

"But I’m glad I didn’t hold him back... It’s a miracle I’ve survived till now."

"So, your meeting him tonight is...?"

"Don’t overthink it, we’re just catching up as friends."

"No wonder you stayed over at his place that night."

"It’s a kind of trust, one I’ve always had in him."

"I understand."

"Alright, curious little one, my story with him is over... Can I now call my friend and let him know I can’t meet him tonight?"

Skyler Jones finished reading the quotation list in his hand, took a sip of whiskey, the melting ice lowering the burn of the alcohol, sliding down his throat, leaving a warmth of barley.

"Thought of how to celebrate tonight?"

Skyler Jones didn’t reply, looking at the quotation list.

Jennifer Douglas gently wrapped her arms around his waist, her cheek leaning on his shoulder. "Really wish the person accompanying you to the banquet tonight were me."