Chapter 189 Yes, Jealous
Grace clamped her lips shut, saying nothing.
She felt so wronged right now. She didn't even want to look at him.
Quentin's face was dark, feeling like he was infuriated by her to no end.
The fitting room went dead silent.
It was eerily quiet.
Maybe hearing the earlier commotion, Maya, who was trying on clothes, rushed out without even changing.
Seeing Quentin wasn't in the hall, she immediately looked at Jessica and shouted, "Where's Quentin? Where'd you take him?"
Jessica shrugged, "I didn't do anything; he left on his own."
"Left? Where'd he go?" Maya demanded.
Jessica pointed to the door, "He went out, probably because you were too slow."
Maya was fuming but decided to chase after Quentin instead of arguing with Jessica.
Just then, a store clerk saw Maya about to leave and quickly caught up, "Miss, you haven't paid for the clothes you're wearing."
"Put it on Mr. Taft's tab. It's just a dress. You think I won't pay?"
"Sorry, Miss, Mr. Taft didn't say to put it on his tab."
Maya angrily pulled out a card from her bag and handed it to the clerk.
After paying, Maya stormed out with the card.
Maya wore the black dress, which was casually picked by Quentin, and it was really ugly.
Even the young couple who had just entered the store were whispering, "So ugly. What a weird taste! That dress makes her look fat and dark."
Jessica heard this and smiled slightly.
Then, she took out her phone and sent a Facebook message to Grace: [Grace, enjoy your time with Mr. Taft. I'm out.]
The fitting room was already cramped, and when Grace heard her phone ring and reached for it, her arm accidentally brushed against Quentin.
She immediately recoiled like she'd been shocked.
This made Quentin very unhappy. "Are you so afraid of touching me? Do you hate to be with me?"
Seeing Grace lower her head and purse her lips without speaking, Quentin got even more furious. "Speak!"
The more he demanded, the more she stayed silent, not wanting to engage.
"Grace."
He grabbed her wrist, his grip so strong her wrist quickly turned red.
"What do you want me to say?" Finally, Grace looked up.
Looking at Grace's pink lips, especially her alluring body in that outfit, Quentin couldn't hold back any longer, nor did he need to.
He was her boyfriend, and he didn't have to hold bake his desire.
He lowered his head and swiftly kissed Grace's lips.
The whole process was quick and precise.
By the time Grace thought to resist, he had already locked her body tightly, making it impossible for her to move.
Grace tilted her head back, forced to endure his kiss.
He kissed her hard, with almost no gentleness, as if he was releasing his emotions.
"Let go, you brute, let go of me."
"Quentin, let go of me." Grace struggled fiercely.
Only then did Quentin reluctantly let her go, while he gently wiped the corner of his mouth. For some reason, even though it was a very ordinary action, he made it look full of charm and allure, making it especially tempting.
After fixing her messy hair and clothes, Grace finally looked up. Her dark eyes stared at him stubbornly, but they were already red.
"Are you crying?"
Seeing this, Quentin felt an inexplicable pang of distress and loosened his grip.
"No, I'm not," Grace immediately denied.
Quentin chuckled softly, hooked her neck with one hand, forcing her to face him, and said with a smile, "What should I do? I think you look beautiful even when you cry."
She had to admit that most of her anger dissipated when hearing this.
Indeed, women are emotional creatures. Even when they're furious, a few sweet words from a man can make them forget the previous quarrel.
"Tears are streaming down my face, and I must look awful. How is that beautiful? It's just plain pathetic, right?" Grace said.
Quentin replied, "But I think you are beautiful."
This protective attitude immediately warmed Grace's heart.
Feeling much better, she gently tugged on Quentin's sleeve, "So, all those you said just to coax me not to be angry anymore?"
Quentin retorted, "Wasn't it obvious enough?"
Grace immediately nodded.
At this moment, Quentin lowered his head, and when his gaze fell on Grace's sheer dress, his tone became domineering again, "Don't wear this kind of dress again."
"This kind of dress? I think it's pretty good!" Grace smiled, deliberately provoking him.
Quentin's gaze darkened even more. If he wasn't controlling himself, he would have torn the dress off her and thrown it far away.
"The fabric is so little and thin. Look at the cloth in front of your chest. What can it cover?" he said, his eyes falling on Grace's legs, "And here, it's ridiculously short."
Grace pretended not to understand, smiling mischievously, "Short? This is just the normal length of a dress."
She blinked deliberately, "Isn't this the kind of outfit you men like the most? If you saw this on the street, wouldn't you turn your head a hundred times?"
"Nonsense," Quentin said with a stern face, "No man wants his lover to be exposed to other men. My lover, especially, is not allowed."
He looked at Grace and continued, "Don't dress like this again. Do you know how those two men outside were staring at you just now? I wanted to gouge their eyes out."
"So, Quentin, are you jealous now?" Grace asked with a smile.
"Yes, I am." Quentin replied.
He nodded, answering straightforwardly.
"Envy?" Grace asked again.
Quentin shook his head, "Not too much. Anyway, your most beautiful and soft side can only be shown to me. They can't have even a bit."
"Rogue."
"Only for you."
After saying that, Quentin opened the fitting room door, then looked around the store, finally picking a dress and handing it to Grace, almost in a commanding tone, "Wear this today."
Grace looked at the dress and saw it was extremely conservative. It could cover her from head to toe, almost airtight, with hardly any gaps.
He might as well wrap her in a cloth; why even bother with a dress?
"I don't want to wear this," Grace expressed her resistance directly.
