Chapter 992: Chapter 510: Side Story: His Kindness Moves Her (1)

Skyler Jones sighed softly, "It was because I indulged Justin Walter that you kept getting hurt."

"By the way, where is Justin Walter?" Christine Quinn asked curiously.

"I can no longer keep him by my side. Letting him go was already my greatest kindness to him."

"Does he still not know Jennifer Douglas’s true nature?"

"How can someone lost in emotions see the true nature of a person."

Christine Quinn sighed, "It’s a pity you’ve lost a capable assistant..."

Skyler Jones kissed Christine Quinn’s temple, his voice slightly hoarse, "Honey, will you blame me for letting Justin go?"

Christine Quinn held Skyler Jones’s handsome face and shook her head, "I know you cherish the brotherhood between you and Justin Walter because when you were struggling alone, Justin was always by your side... You cherish this brotherhood very much."

"Let it be, let him go..."

Christine Quinn nodded, holding Skyler Jones’s face, and said seriously, "Skyler, from now on, let’s trust each other and never doubt each other, okay?"

Skyler Jones tightly held Christine Quinn’s hand, his voice hoarse due to emotional stir, "Of course!"

Christine Quinn then leaned into Skyler Jones’s arms.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, warm affection filling the entire room.

That night, Christine Quinn didn’t go to Marie’s room to sleep.

He kept his promise and didn’t touch her.

In the middle of the night, Christine Quinn woke up in a daze...

The spot beside her was empty, and with a shock in her heart, she immediately sat up.

She glanced around the room; in the dim light, she saw Skyler Jones sitting alone on the room balcony, smoking.

The night, slightly cool.

He seemed troubled, using nicotine to numb himself.

Christine Quinn put on a robe and got out of bed, bringing him a piece of clothing.

Her movements weren’t quiet, yet he seemed lost in thought, not hearing her, so that when she hugged him from behind, he was startled.

He rarely loses his vigilance...

"Christine."

Knowing it was her, he held her hand, kissing the back of it.

Christine Quinn wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, asking, "Why are you still awake so late? Sitting here smoking alone?"

Skyler Jones extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and placed Christine Quinn on his lap.

"I can’t sleep."

"What’s wrong?" Christine Quinn looked sideways at Skyler Jones, slightly worried.

Skyler Jones suddenly hugged Christine Quinn tightly, as if he wanted to mold her into his bones, his voice thick with nasal sounds, "Nothing... I just want to hold you like this."

"What’s wrong, Skyler?"

Christine Quinn was very worried, holding up Skyler Jones’s handsome face, looking deeply at him.

Skyler Jones stared deeply into Christine Quinn’s clear eyes, his voice increasingly hoarse, "I’m sorry... It’s my fault for not protecting you..."

"Why say that?"

"Even though I knew you weren’t well, I left you alone in France... If I had been more rational at the time, maybe the child wouldn’t have left us."

The child...

Christine Quinn was momentarily stunned.

It turns out he couldn’t sleep tonight because of the child they lost...

Even in the dark, Christine Quinn could still see the faint tears in Skyler Jones’s eyes.

"Christine..." His voice struggled under the weight of guilt, "Do you know how much I care about the child?"

At this moment, Christine Quinn was silent.

Skyler Jones shook his head, as if sinking into pain, his hoarse voice, "In the past, whenever you asked me if I wanted a child, I always firmly refused you, but do you know, what I actually wanted to say was, I would be happy for us to have children, I hoped we could have a big family..."

Skyler Jones’s words made Christine Quinn’s eyes slightly red, "I always thought you didn’t care."

"That’s because I couldn’t afford to care... Between you and the child, I could only choose you. If I wasn’t firm, how could I persuade you." Skyler Jones spoke with difficulty, until the bitterness in his throat prevented him from speaking smoothly.

"But when you heard in France that I didn’t abort the child, you didn’t have much reaction." Christine Quinn questioned with bitterness.

"If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have left people in France to take care of you. I was just afraid you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself and the child alone."

"Skyler, do you know, actually in France, I was so low I thought about aborting the child, but the doctor suggested I keep her because someone like me with a history of heart disease, who can get pregnant without affecting the heart, is rare... My chances of successful pregnancy are high, he told me not to give up..."

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" Skyler Jones tightly seized Christine Quinn’s shoulders.

Tears blurred Christine Quinn’s vision, "I was afraid you didn’t care..."

Skyler Jones frantically wanted to scream, he was so discouraged he wanted to laugh, his once furious emotions were all transformed into helplessness displayed on his face, Skyler Jones collapsed powerlessly, leaning against the back of the chair.

He buried his head in his palms, letting that heart-piercing sense of helplessness gnaw at him.

"It’s all my fault..." Skyler Jones’s hoarse voice was steeped in profound pain.

Christine Quinn lifted Skyler Jones’s head buried in his palms, making him face her, "Skyler..." Her voice choked, holding him tightly, "The child is still here..."

Skyler Jones suddenly raised his eyes, staring at her in disbelief.

Faced with this sudden reversal, he simply couldn’t react.

The child is still here? Oh my god, the child is still here?

"You..."

Christine Quinn grasped Skyler Jones’s hand, guiding it to her belly, "Can you feel it? The baby is mischievous inside..."

Considering Christine Quinn isn’t far enough along in her pregnancy, Skyler Jones naturally couldn’t feel the baby moving inside, but somehow, when his hand touched her belly, it felt like there was a connection, as though the child was responding to him just through the skin...

"This..." Skyler Jones was still in disbelief.

Seeing the joy and excitement on Skyler Jones’s face, Christine Quinn broke into laughter through her tears, "You should ask Howard Geoffrey... He helped us..."

Early in the morning, Rebecca Quentin saw off Howard Geoffrey at the villa entrance.

Every morning when Howard Geoffrey went to work, Rebecca Quentin would give him a kiss like she did now, then remind him to come home early.