Sure enough, the next second, Howard Geoffrey was already seated beside her, naturally wrapping his arm around her waist. His deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, "Baby, you smell so good..." He finished speaking and gently took her earlobe into his mouth. Even though she was mentally prepared, she still couldn’t adapt to his intimate gesture at the moment, instinctively turning her head away and trembling slightly, "Don’t..." If it was about seducing him, she really had no experience. In the past, she had never taken the initiative. Even now, when she didn’t need to, and only had to follow his lead, she still felt a bit embarrassed. Howard Geoffrey possessed immense self-control. At this moment, he slowly moved away from her earlobe. Rebecca Quentin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turning her face to look at the unsatisfied Howard Geoffrey, retreating to advance, she said, "I want to sleep now. Aren’t you going to take a shower?" Howard Geoffrey hugged Rebecca Quentin to him, resting his head on her shoulder, he asked softly, "Is our son asleep?" Rebecca Quentin nodded, "He didn’t nap much this afternoon, so he went to bed early tonight." Could she say she deliberately let the child play a bit longer in the afternoon, causing him to sleep so early? As Rebecca Quentin spoke, Howard Geoffrey’s gaze was already fixed on the neckline of her nightgown. That intentionally lowered nightgown neckline was now slightly open, revealing the black lace lingerie beneath... This unintentional temptation made Howard Geoffrey’s eyes instantly blaze with heat. Rebecca Quentin knew where Howard Geoffrey was looking, and she pretended to be nonchalant, "Howard Geoffrey, we’re going to Y City tomorrow, right?" Howard Geoffrey absent-mindedly replied, "Hmm." "Then I’ll go to the room to quickly pack some things Andrew will need, so we don’t forget anything when we have to pack last minute tomorrow." Howard Geoffrey didn’t say anything. Rebecca Quentin then got up. As expected, when Rebecca Quentin stood up, preparing to walk into the room, Howard Geoffrey’s hand tugged at her, turning her around. Stumbling, she fell unexpectedly into his embrace. Howard Geoffrey timely caught Rebecca Quentin, letting her sit on his lap. Rebecca Quentin pretended to complain, "What are you doing?" Howard Geoffrey didn’t answer Rebecca Quentin; his gaze remained fixed on her chest. Thɪs chapter is updated by novelFɪre.net Rebecca Quentin looked down at herself and found that her lowered nightgown neckline had become disheveled and open due to the previous stumble, openly revealing the black lace underneath... Rebecca Quentin yelped, hurriedly covering her chest with her hands. Heavens, although she intended to seduce him, she couldn’t bring herself to bare it all for him to see so blatantly. At this moment, she felt very shy. At this moment, Howard Geoffrey’s lips fell on her neck, kissing her. Rebecca Quentin felt a bit ticklish, but endured it, "What do you want to say?" Howard Geoffrey murmured, "I want you." Rebecca Quentin’s face instantly flushed, stuttering as she had no idea how to respond, "I..." "It’s been so long, do you not want to do it with me?" Hearing this blunt question, Rebecca Quentin’s face turned as red as a cooked shrimp, "Don’t ask me that..." She pinched his arm. Saying that, Howard Geoffrey slid his hand under her nightgown, gently caressing her skin. "Howard Geoffrey..." Rebecca Quentin shyly grabbed Howard Geoffrey’s hand. Howard Geoffrey didn’t let Rebecca Quentin stop him, his hands continued to glide upwards, skillfully unhooking her bra. "Don’t do this..." Rebecca Quentin gasped due to his actions, instinctively reaching out to stop him. At that moment, Howard Geoffrey raised his eyes, filled with desire, staring ardently at Rebecca Quentin’s delicate, blushing face, "Are you really willing to let me go on enduring?" "Becca, give yourself to me..." Hearing his restrained, husky voice and recalling her intentions for tonight, Rebecca Quentin slowly let go of her restraining hands, saying, "Not here..." "Does it matter where?" Seeing that she finally didn’t persist today, he laughed lightly. Yeah, does it matter where...? They were no strangers, whether in the living room, bathroom, or bedroom. "Better not; your mom also has the keys to the apartment. If she comes over like last time, we..." Imagining such embarrassment, Rebecca Quentin blushed even more. "Then let my mom discover another use for the living room." Hearing Howard Geoffrey’s leisurely response, Rebecca Quentin didn’t know what to say. Howard Geoffrey also said nothing more, focusing on removing her nightgown. "Wait, Howard Geoffrey, I still have something to tell you..." "We’ll talk after we finish..." Rebecca Quentin had barely fallen asleep when she heard the sound of their child crying... Rebecca Quentin then moved his arm lying across her waist, drowsily getting up. She was so exhausted her whole body felt like it was falling apart, she didn’t even have the strength to get up. "Becca, go back to sleep, I’ll make Andrew’s milk." Rebecca Quentin was just about to get up when a lazy voice came from above her head. Rebecca Quentin was truly tired, so she lay back on the bed. Howard Geoffrey placed a kiss on Rebecca Quentin’s hair, then turned over and got out of bed. Andrew had been crying miserably in the crib... Howard Geoffrey let the child cry for a while, walked to the low cabinet, and took out a bottle from the warmer to make milk for the child. Howard Geoffrey wasn’t very adept at making milk, so Andrew cried in the crib for a long time. By the time Howard Geoffrey finished preparing the milk and walked to Andrew, Rebecca Quentin had already gotten up and picked Andrew up, causing him to stop crying immediately... Howard Geoffrey sat on the edge of the bed, speaking softly, "Didn’t I say I’d handle it?" Rebecca Quentin took the bottle from Howard Geoffrey’s hand, placed the nipple in Andrew’s mouth to suck, and said, "You can’t do anything properly. By the time you’ve made the milk, our son would either be starving or hoarse from crying." Howard Geoffrey was amused by Rebecca Quentin’s words, "It’s him who’s hard to please; he can’t wait a moment." Rebecca Quentin laughed along, muttering, "Isn’t he just like you." The first ray of morning sunlight shone into the room...