In the apartment living room, only Rebecca Quentin and Howard Geoffrey were left.
At that moment, Rebecca looked up, her gaze calmly meeting Howard's. After what seemed like deep consideration, she slowly asked, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Mhm."
"Will you be good to me, and only me, for the rest of life?"
"Yes."
Hearing Howard's answer, Rebecca slowly unbitted her lower lip. A dazed smile touched her lips as she replied, "Alright, wait for me downstairs. I'll get my documents, and then I'll go with you."
"Okay."
Howard planted a deep kiss on Rebecca's forehead before turning to leave.
When Rebecca entered Aunt Clare's room, Aunt Clare was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to Rebecca, sulking.
Rebecca walked over and gently called out, "Aunt Clare."
Aunt Clare didn't turn to look at Rebecca, her voice laced with disappointment as she said, "I heard what you said to that man. Your life is your own; I have no right to dictate your decisions. Do whatever you want!"
