Howard Geoffrey asked, "Did Andrew go to bed early?"
"Yeah, I think he'll wake up again around midnight."
Howard Geoffrey let Rebecca Quentin help him loosen his tie, wrapped his arms around her waist, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "In this business circle, it's impossible to avoid social engagements."
"I know, so I'm not blaming you for coming back so late. I'm just worried about you working so hard every day. Even a body made of iron would break down eventually." This was said not to please him, but truthfully, after knowing him for so many years, the one thing she could be sure of was that he was indeed a workaholic.
Seeing Rebecca Quentin's worried expression, Howard Geoffrey couldn't help but teasingly say, "My body hasn't been in good shape lately..."
"Not in good shape?" As she was undoing two buttons on his shirt, Rebecca Quentin raised her head suddenly in concern and asked, "Where are you feeling unwell?"
