"I love you, I love you... How many times do you want me to say it before you believe?" Howard Geoffrey held Rebecca Quentin's tear-stained face tenderly.
Rebecca Quentin's tearful eyes stared unblinkingly at Howard Geoffrey, her heart filled with self-reproach and moved by his endless tolerance at this moment, hoarsely whispering out, "I'm sorry... I'll never doubt again..."
Howard Geoffrey embraced Rebecca Quentin tightly, "Fool..."
In the dead of night, a cigarette emitted a dazzling red glow on the dimly lit balcony.
"Geoffrey."
A steady male voice sounded.
The cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray, Howard Geoffrey glanced at the newcomer.
It was Nelson Lewis.
"Why are you still up so late?"
Nelson Lewis sat down on the chair opposite Howard Geoffrey, noticing several extinguished cigarette stubs in the ashtray.
Howard Geoffrey asked, "Why aren't you asleep either?"
