Chapter 621 Taken Away by Quentin 2
She ultimately couldn't keep it a secret.
Grace gave a desolate smile, "What do you think it is, Mr. Taft?"
Quentin kept staring intently as if he could bore a hole through her.
But he didn't dare to inquire.
Grace's light smile and low voice slowly reached him.
"Quentin, we're all adults here."
"You can't seriously think this is just a fibroid or some surgery I had, can you?"
"That's right, the scar on my stomach is from..."
However, just as Grace was about to reveal the answer.
Suddenly, Quentin grabbed her by the neck.
His bloodshot eyes filled with pain as he spoke, "Don't say it, Grace. I'm warning you, don't say it."
"Keep your answer to yourself, never speak of it."
Grace just laughed foolishly, her gaze falling on his hand around her neck.
It hurt so much.
She could barely breathe.
But she didn't beg for mercy.
At that moment, she even thought it might be better if he just strangled her to death.
Suddenly, just as she felt herself fading, Quentin let go.
She took a deep breath, and Grace confessed with a cold smile.
"Quentin, sorry to disappoint you, but the scar on my abdomen is from a C-section."
Once the words left her mouth, a surprising lightness enveloped her, filling her with relief.
The secret she had kept for years, she could finally reveal without any reservations.
Quentin's tall figure suddenly swayed, almost collapsing.
His heart ached with a tearing pain.
"Grace, why? Why did you tell me?"
"I told you, I didn't want to know."
With his fists tightly clenched, he was engulfed by a profound grief and anger, reminiscent of a ferocious beast.
Breathing felt like swallowing shards of glass, each gasp slicing through his heart.
Grace just looked at him indifferently, smiling, "Mr. Taft, you really can't believe I'm the type to just sit around and wait for you, can you? I mean, come on, I'm not that old-fashioned!"
"Sorry, but that would disappoint you."
"Over the years, I've had many boyfriends, some older, some younger; gentle ones, domineering ones, wealthy ones. As long as I felt a spark, I didn't refuse."
"Sometimes, adults mess up, and unfortunately, this accident left a scar on me."
Quentin couldn't hold back any longer.
"Shut up, Grace, stop talking."
"Mr. Taft, such an open-minded person, shouldn't be so petty. Besides, with all your ex-girlfriends, my boyfriends don't even come close."
"Grace, I told you to shut up."
"I won't..."
Grace's words were cut off.
Suddenly, Quentin lifted her and carried her into the bathroom.
Immediately, the hot water from the shower poured down on her.
"Clean yourself up."
He was like a madman, one hand squeezing body wash onto her, the other hand scrubbing her roughly.
Everything was done roughly.
"Quentin, it hurts, let me go," Grace cried out.
"Hurt?" Quentin couldn't help but curse loudly, "I'm in more pain than you!"
"Grace, don't you know, I wish I could strangle you right now and bury us both."
The washing seemed to go on forever.
Finally, Grace lay weakly on the floor.
Her hair was a mess, and she looked disheveled.
Her skin was so red it seemed ready to bleed.
Suddenly, Quentin picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
Then, his lips, burning hot, landed on the scar on Grace's abdomen.
He suddenly opened his mouth and bit down hard.
Grace curled up in pain instantly.
But she endured it, not making a sound.
Quentin's lips were like a knife, slicing through her skin with every touch.
Suddenly, his long fingers moved up and grabbed her neck.
His voice, filled with temptation, was extremely charming, "Grace, tell me, who is that man?"
"If you tell me, I can forgive you."
Grace sneered, "Quentin, give up. I will never tell you."
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Quentin's anger burst forth.
"Grace, you made your choice."From today, I will have someone find that man and the damn child you gave birth to."
"You better pray I don't find them soon, or I will burn them alive."
Grace sneered, "Alright, then I wish Mr. Taft the best of luck."
Quentin lowered his head and bit down hard again.
Then he got up and stormed out, slamming the door.
Lying on the bed, Grace heard his orders.
"Guard the room. Without my permission, she isn't allowed to step outside."
Finally, he left.
Grace felt cold and immediately pulled the blanket tightly around herself.
She curled up under the blanket, still shivering.
But that wasn't the deepest chill.
The deepest chill was her heart, frozen to the core.
She seemed to be numb from the pain.
But her heart was still beating, alive.
She didn't have any other man.
Throughout it all, even in the entertainment industry, she had only ever loved Quentin.
She had loved him so much, trusted him.
So she had given everything to Quentin.
Even though she knew he couldn't marry her, she still loved him.
She loved Quentin like a moth to a flame.
But the moment he saw the scar on her abdomen, the first thing he blurted out was, "Which man?"
From the moment he asked, she had completely lost.
Closing her eyes, Grace let the tears flow uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, soaking the sheets.
In her mind, scenes from the past began to play uncontrollably.
Quentin had once held her, his gentle lips against her earlobe, whispering the most moving words.
"Grace, only you can make me think of you day and night."
"Grace, stay by my side like this, let's be together forever, okay?"
"Grace, girls are so cute. You're so beautiful, your daughter would be even more beautiful. Let's have a daughter, okay?"
At that time, Quentin had expressed so many things to her.
Gentle, sweet, and affectionate words.
But Quentin had forgotten all of it.
The ironic part was that she was the only one who took it seriously.
Looking back now, she realized she had been foolish. After all, Quentin had never expressed his affection.
It turned out that he had planned all along to keep her as a secret lover, never to be made public.
She had pitifully thought he had some unspeakable reason.
She was truly stupid and naive.
Grace could remember running into The Taft Manor with her pregnancy test results.
Grace, extremely happy and full of hope, exclaimed, "Mrs. Taft, I'm pregnant with Quentin's baby. We truly love each other. Please don't tear us apart, give me a chance, okay?"
But Grace was wrong.
All of her pleas were met with merciless ridicule.
"Quentin's baby? How ridiculous, Grace. Everyone knows women in the entertainment industry aren't exactly innocent."
"You had an illegitimate child and dared to pass him off as my grandson."
"You're truly shameless."
Then, Grace's lips were forcibly pried open, and she was made to swallow abortion pills.
Her abdomen hurt so much at that time, so even after all this time, she still remembered everything from that night.
The cold December winter.
Grace was thrown out of The Taft Manor like garbage by several servants.
Cold rain mixed with hail pelted her body.
She was cold and in pain.
She curled up, almost fainting from the pain.
Blood flowed from beneath her in pools, bright red and bloody, glaring...
So even after all this time, she remembered clearly.
In the end, Grace had no memory of how she fell asleep.
All she knew was that she was utterly exhausted.
She closed her eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already daylight.
The glaring sunlight shone into the room, and she reached out, desperately clinging to the only source of warmth.
Quentin had locked her in this room, not allowing her to step out.
The meals were brought in.
The dishes were rich and all her favorites.
All day, Quentin couldn't focus on work, he missed Grace terribly.
But he was acutely aware that Grace despised him deeply now, so he didn't dare go back.
At ten o'clock at night, he waited until Grace was almost asleep.
Only then did he go to the bedroom.
"How was she today? Did she make a fuss?"
The bodyguard at the door shook his head, "No, Grace was very quiet."
"Open the door."
When the door opened, all the lights inside were already off, and the curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a sliver of moonlight.
Only a bedside lamp emitted a faint glow.
Entering, Quentin took off his shoes, deliberately moving lightly, walking cautiously.
Grace was already asleep, her delicate face serene and beautiful, full of gentleness.
Her long eyelashes curled, making her incredibly beautiful.
Quentin's hand gently fell on her face, his voice as soothing as the softest murmur.
"If only you could be like this during the day."
"Do you know how heartbroken I am? The things you said during the day pierced my heart like knives."
"But Grace, what can I do? Even so, I can't let you go."
"From now on, stay by my side, forget that man and the child completely, okay?"
"Let's live a good life together."
Quentin tenderly caressed her face, speaking softly for a long time.
Ten minutes later, he got up and went to the bathroom.
In the dark, Grace slowly opened her eyes.
'Quentin, it's impossible. I will never forget what you did to me, and the baby, I can't forget.'
She thought and laughed at herself, then closed her eyes.
Quentin finished his shower and walked to the bed.
He looked at Grace, and without any hesitation, climbed into bed, then lay down under the covers.
His arm wrapped around Grace, pulling her into his embrace.
She was incredibly thin, more so than ever, her bones pressing into his hand.
But she was just as sexy as ever.
Behind her was a wall, a hot, burning wall.
Grace had been pretending to sleep.
But as his body grew hotter and his actions more audacious, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Quentin."
In the dark, her voice slowly sounded.
He chuckled sexily, biting her earlobe, "I knew you weren't asleep!"
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