Chapter 1236: 646: Extra Story - The Big Bad Wolf Reaches His Limit and Finally Explodes

Mrs. Geoffrey spoke kindly, "Alice, I came to France this time to see you, also because of you and Chester.""Hmm?"

Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled softly, "Howard Geoffrey and Becca told me about Chester taking you to Foam Island..."

Alice immediately became nervous, "Mrs. Geoffrey, you all misunderstood, there’s nothing between him and me..."

Mrs. Geoffrey smiled again, speaking with heartfelt emotion, "Alice, since learning Chester is the brother of Howard Geoffrey and Oversky, I’ve seen Chester as half my son... Two days ago in T City, I called Chester, wanting to check up on him, but unexpectedly, his special assistant picked up the phone. That assistant named Antony told me that ever since returning from Foam Island, Chester has been in a bad mood, neglecting the company, cutting off contact with everyone, and drinking alone in his room every day... I heard Assistant Antony say he has never seen Chester so dejected, and he’s very afraid something might happen to Chester..."

Alice, if your heart still holds Chester, why not give him another chance? I believe Chester truly wants to be with you this time; trust him this one last time!

Yes, Alice, I used to be as stubborn as you, not believing Oversky loved me, resulting in missing out on so much time with him... If you love each other, should you choose to miss out, like Oversky and I did years ago?

Mrs. Geoffrey’s and Christine Quinn’s words kept echoing in Alice’s ears.

Alice leaned against the headboard, holding a glass of water in her hand, lost in thought.

Is he really dejected and lost in New York?

Given his personality, what in this world could make him feel so down?

Yet, when he called her yesterday, his voice seemed truly filled with dejection...

She had never heard his voice so hoarse and subdued, like the voice after heavy drinking and smoking — decadent, powerless. Turns out he really was drinking at home...

Does he truly care about her?

With time slipping away today, do they still have a future?

A knock on the door interrupted Alice’s thoughts.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open from outside, revealing an exquisite, clear smile.

"Christine."

Alice put down the glass and got up from the bed.

Christine Quinn, holding a pillow in hand, walked over to Alice, "Mind if I sleep with you tonight?"

Alice shook her head, linked her arm with Christine Quinn, happily saying, "Of course I don’t mind."

The lights were turned off, leaving only the faint light cast by the garden.

Christine Quinn and Alice lay with eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Neither had fallen asleep.

Christine Quinn spoke first, "Alice, you know, like you unable to sleep now, I’ve gone through countless days like this."

Alice said nothing, because she knew what Christine Quinn wanted to tell her.

"During those ten years apart, I thought of him every night, even though during the day I constantly reminded myself to forget everything about him. But at the deep quiet of night, I couldn’t control thinking of him... Back then, all he gave me was cruelty and hurt, my heart would ache beyond endurance at the thought of him, yet amidst the pain, lingering memories of the good times with him still flashed through my mind... Even in pain, there’s still longing, this is love."

Alice spoke softly, "I envy the love between you and Mr. Jones, because from start to finish you’ve always loved each other, even during moments of hostility, both of you loved each other."

Christine Quinn smiled bitterly, "Looking back now, it seems so, but at the time, I was as helpless and lost as you are now."

Alice turned onto her side, looking at Christine Quinn, softly murmuring, "Christine, you all tell me Chester is heartbroken for me in New York, to be honest, I find it hard to believe."

Christine Quinn followed suit, turning onto her side, meeting Alice’s helpless gaze, "Why don’t you believe it?"

Alice stated flatly, "I understand him... that’s not who he is."

"You think he wouldn’t be someone who becomes dejected for the person he loves?"

Alice gently shook her head, "It’s not that he wouldn’t become dejected for a loved one, he just wouldn’t for me." She chuckled lightly, her eyes in the dark filled with pain, "What am I in his heart really? I’ll never forget the disgust on his face when he awoke from a coma to see me and Rachel... He holds contempt for me from his heart, it’s just that having birthed Rachel, he had to arrange my life for the child’s sake. He never considered being with me, even in life-threatening moments, he was only thinking about how to escape from me..." Alice’s last words were tinged with sourness, the laughter woven with slow-moving hurt.