Rebecca Quentin lifted her head, looking through the branches bare of leaves, towards the high and blue sky.
The wind passed quietly.
Howard Geoffrey, your fiancé.
Lady Geoffrey, I'm here today on behalf of Mr. Geoffrey to propose a divorce.
Whether you believe it or not, these two years of marriage have left a mark not only in your heart but also in mine.
Last night was not a momentary impulse, but an impulse I've had every time I've seen you over the past four years.
Becca, I love you...
Little Andy lying in the stroller let out a babyish babble, interrupting Rebecca Quentin's thoughts.
Rebecca Quentin crouched down, looking at her son's rosy and adorable little face, smiling, "Little Andy, what do you want to say to mommy?" Rebecca Quentin gently held her son's tiny, chubby little fists, her face full of comfort and satisfaction, "When will you call me mommy?"
Holding her son's hand tightly, Rebecca Quentin played with his fingers.
