The car drove smoothly along the road to the Geoffrey residence. Rebecca Quentin sighed lightly, leaning back against the chair as if in fatigue. Isabella Joanna's blessings for her and Howard Geoffrey kept echoing in her mind. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, their corners slightly moist.
At this moment, she confessed in her heart, I'm sorry, Isabella. I lied to you because I don't want you to worry about me...
Actually, she had endured a terrible three months. Her relationship with Howard Geoffrey was far from what a lover might perceive. On the surface, they treated each other with respect and mutual care, like any normal couple. But only she knew the agonizing price of their current, fragile peace...
