Chapter 622 You Can Only Be My Lover
She was completely trapped in his embrace, and she had nowhere to hide. She could only let him bite her, sometimes gently, sometimes harshly.
After a few times, his long fingers played with her beautiful, flowing hair, and he spoke with a lighthearted tone.
"Grace, you need to understand, from today onwards, unless I let go, you can't leave my world."
"So be obedient, it's good for both of us."
Grace smiled, yet it felt as cold as ice. "Quentin, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm too proud to be obedient."
Quentin continued to stroke her hair, his voice was incredibly pleasant to hear.
"Grace, let's forget about what happened back then, okay?"
Grace maintained her smile, yet it carried an air of indifference and solitude. "Sure, on the day I die."
"Quentin, remember this, in this lifetime, I will never forgive you, even if I die."
"Grace, you should know that I don't expect your forgiveness. As long as you stay by my side and never leave me, that's enough."
With that, he held her tighter, his arms like steel.
His breath fell on her ear. "It's late, let's sleep."
Grace knew she couldn't break free, so she simply gave up resisting.
She didn't speak and let him hold her.
Her eyes just stared at the ceiling.
As if she were a lifeless doll.
She showed no smile, no resistance, and no sadness.
Quentin's arms suddenly limped, and he looked at her, feeling a blockage in his heart.
She was obedient and compliant.
This was the result he wanted, but at the moment she complied, he felt no sense of achievement.
He grabbed her chin with one hand and kissed her mercilessly.
This time, Grace did not resist.
When he let go, he suddenly looked at her in defeat. "Why don't you resist?"
Grace calmly turned her head to look at him. "Does resisting help?"
"Mr. Taft, don't you want me to be obedient? Look, I’m being very obedient and compliant right now."
"Grace," Quentin squeezed her chin hard, his hot breath close to her, his voice sounding like a threat. "I want obedience, not just someone who acts like a puppet. Or do you think I'll let you go if you keep behaving this way?"
"I don't dare to hope." Grace sneered.
"You better not."
Grace was very tired, but with him holding her, she couldn't sleep.
So, she kept her eyes open, staring at the ceiling.
"Aren't you tired? Let's sleep!" Quentin held her slender waist, domineeringly pulling her into his arms.
Grace turned to look at him and replied coolly, "I can't sleep with you holding me."
After saying this, she could distinctly sense Quentin's demeanor shift.
Just when she thought Quentin would pretend not to hear, he suddenly let go of her and sat on the sofa to the side.
He looked at her. "Go to sleep!"
"If you leave, I might be able to sleep," Grace replied.
Quentin got up and stormed out like a gust of wind.
Watching his departing figure, Grace breathed a sigh of relief.
She pulled up the blanket and covered herself tightly.
Until she almost couldn't breathe, and sweat was dripping down, she finally lifted the blanket.
Then she took a shower and collapsed on the bed.
She was exhausted.
Grace slept straight until noon.
Before Quentin left, he instructed the servants not to wake her and to let her sleep as much as she wanted.
But noticing that it was nearly midnight and the bedroom door remained closed, the servants felt a sense of fear.
Just as they were about to call Quentin, his call came in first.
"Has she had lunch?" Quentin asked.
The servant answered cautiously, "Not yet."
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Quentin's handsome eyebrows instantly furrowed. "Why hasn't she eaten yet? Didn't you follow the menu I gave you?"
"Yes, Mr. Taft, but Ms. Morgan hasn't gotten up yet, and the door has been closed. You instructed us not to disturb her."
"I see. Prepare lunch."
After hanging up, Quentin picked up his car keys.
As he was about to leave, a slender woman, Caroline Stewart, walked up to him with a sweet smile and took his arm. "Let's go, I've already booked the restaurant, it's your favorite one."
Quentin subtly pushed her away. "I have something to deal with, you go by yourself."
With that, he picked up his car keys and walked into the elevator.
Caroline, unwilling to give up, immediately followed.
She pleaded pitifully, "Quentin, what could be more important than having a meal? Can't you deal with it after we eat? I booked this restaurant a month in advance."
Quentin stood straight and tall in the elevator.
Seeing that the elevator was about to reach the first floor, Caroline bit her lip and clung to Quentin's arm again, acting coquettishly.
"Quentin, let me accompany you for lunch first, and then you can get back to your work, okay?"
Her voice and expression were extremely gentle.
But Quentin was completely unmoved.
He reached out and coldly pushed her away, his voice even colder. "It's just a meal, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"Caroline, you should know, I don't like women who are too clingy."
Caroline's eyes immediately turned red with a grievance. "Quentin, but I'm not other women, I'm your fiancée!"
"We're not married yet, are we?" Quentin retorted coldly.
Caroline bit her lip, feeling even more aggrieved.
But even so, she held back her tears.
Quentin glanced at her coldly, his tone as indifferent as ever. "Stop following me. If you want to eat, go by yourself. If not, cancel it."
Caroline had been trying hard to hold back.
But upon hearing this, she couldn't hold back anymore, and tears started to fall.
"Quentin." She cried, grabbing Quentin's hand, her voice full of grievance. "Can you please stop being so cold to me?"
"I don't ask for much, just want you to have a meal with me."
Caroline cried with such sadness and sorrow.
But Quentin acted as if he didn't see it. "This is who I am. If you feel aggrieved, go and break off the engagement. There are plenty of men who want to marry you. You don't have to insist on being my wife."
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