Rebecca Quentin shook her head shyly.
Howard Geoffrey kissed her cheek, his voice growing more tender. "If it's because of last night, I'm sorry. I'll make sure not to make you so uncomfortable again…"
His gentle voice felt like a spring breeze. If it had been any other time, Rebecca Quentin would have been moved by his thoughtfulness and tenderness. But at this moment, the thought that every gesture of his kindness stemmed from him seeing her as a substitute for his ex-girlfriend made it impossible for her to accept him rationally. "Howard…"
"Hmm?"
"Can I discuss something with you?"
"Go ahead."
Rebecca Quentin looked at him and spoke earnestly, "The day after tomorrow is our wedding day. I want to spend more time at home with my father these next two days…" Yes, if she couldn't face it head-on, then all she could do was reduce the time she had to face it.
Howard Geoffrey gave a slight smile. "So it's just such a trivial matter. Silly girl, I'll agree to that."
"Thank you."
