Chapter 626 Unable to Control Himself
Grace's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to step back.
But Quentin was quick and grabbed the back of her head.
Forcing her to press close to him.
At such a close distance, their breaths mingled, warm and intense.
His masculine scent enveloped her, seeping into her senses effortlessly.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound.
The sweet taste of apples spread in their mouths.
The next moment, her delicate chin was pinched by his long fingers.
An urgent, dominant kiss overwhelmed all her senses.
Grace was forced to tilt her head back, looking like a helpless little rabbit, pitiful and weak, unable to resist.
When he let go, her delicate lips were tender and rosy, and her clear eyes were filled with tears.
Her appearance made his heart ache even more.
Quentin's tone softened considerably, "It's the first time I've found an apple so sweet."
He usually didn't like apples, yet this occasion proved to be a significant exception.
"You shameless!"
Grace's face turned red with embarrassment and anger as she glared at him.
Instead of getting mad, Quentin just laughed. "Go ahead, if cursing me makes you feel better, I'm happy to be cursed."
Grace felt extremely helpless.
She had never seen someone so shameless.
She turned around, grabbed the blanket, and covered herself, not wanting to see him anymore.
But within a few minutes, his voice came from outside the blanket, "Since when do you like hiding under the blanket?"
Grace didn't want to respond, so she pretended not to hear.
Not only that, she clutched the blanket tightly with her hands.
"Grace, the air inside isn't good. Lift the blanket and sleep."
"Come out from under the blanket, and I promise I won't kiss you again."
His voice was low and sexy, as pleasant as the sound of a cello, making one feel intoxicated.
More importantly, his pampering tone made it seem like she was his treasure.
What Grace hated most about him was this: when he pampered you, he could be very indulgent;
But the moment he had no feelings, he could instantly make you feel like you were in hell.
She knew him too well.
So she had to remind herself to stay clear-headed at all times.
"Are you not coming out?"
At that moment, Quentin's voice returned, tinged with a noticeable depth.
"Do you think I can't open this blanket?"
His words were already a threat.
Grace knew his patience was almost exhausted, and continuing to resist would do her no good.
So, she muffled her voice and tentatively murmured, "Then you have to keep your word and not act rudely."
"Okay."
Quentin nodded, his voice firm and strong.
Only then did Grace loosen the blanket, revealing her delicate face.
Because she had been under the blanket for a while, combined with the lighting, her skin appeared even more flushed, stunningly beautiful.
The sweat-dampened strands of hair on her forehead made her look extremely sexy.
Suddenly inhaling fresh air, Grace panted slightly, her chest rising and falling noticeably.
All of this gave Quentin the best reason.
His heart skipped a beat, his Adam's apple tightened, moving up and down significantly.
He was never one to indulge in desires.
Even during the years she was gone, he had no such interest in any other woman.
So for a while, he even thought there was something wrong with his body.
But now, just watching her every move, seeing the flush on her cheeks and her gentle panting,
He found he couldn't control himself anymore.
When he had the thought, his tall figure suddenly moved forward.
In an instant, Grace's light was eclipsed by a looming dark shadow.
The next moment, her mouth was kissed by him again.
"Quentin, you..."
Grace was caught off guard.
She opened her eyes wide, completely unable to believe what she was experiencing.
He was shameless!
He had just promised her.
She had just come out from under the blanket, and he had gone back on his word.
But what hurt her more was that even though he had gone back on his word, she couldn't do anything about it.
At last, Grace was breathing heavily, her hair loose on either side, looking even more delicate, completely like someone who had been bullied.
Especially her pale cheeks, Quentin looked at them and frowned even more.
"When did you become so weak?" Quentin let go of her.
Compared to Grace's disarray, he was calm and composed.
"Tomorrow I'll hire a nutritionist. It seems you need more rest. You can't be panting like you ran for an hour just from a kiss."
Grace was helpless.
Quentin's shamelessness was too much for her to handle.
Besides, with his approach, no woman could withstand it.
"Quentin, you're so shameless!" Grace glared at him in dissatisfaction after tidying her hair.
"What did I do?"
He deliberately feigned innocence.
"You just promised to me. Is there any integrity left in you?"
Quentin curled his lips and laughed lightly.
Then he reached out, pinched Grace's hand, and said in a good mood, "Grace, kissing you is an uncontrollable urge, how can that be shameless?"
"Besides, never trust a man's words, especially when he's trying to please a woman."
Grace went quiet, acknowledging that trusting Quentin was a mistake.
"Moreover, you were too attractive just now. Even if there was a mistake, it was your fault first. I just couldn't fight the urge." Quentin rubbed his head against her forehead.
His voice was so gentle, "Grace, you need to learn to adapt to me, my dominance, my assertiveness, my kisses, in short, everything about me."
Grace didn't say anything.
So, what drove him to such extremes to keep her by his side, going to great lengths to hold her captive?
What did he take her for?
Some realizations didn't need to be spoken out loud.
Because the answer would be mortifying.
Seeing her silence, Quentin hugged her tightly from behind and gently asked, "Why aren't you talking?"
"Sleepy!" she replied.
"Alright, let's sleep. If you recover well tomorrow, we can be discharged." Quentin remarked.
"We?"
Grace sensitively caught his words.
"Yes, we," Quentin repeated firmly.
After a quick shower, his hair still wet, he turned off the light and squeezed onto Grace's hospital bed.
The hospital bed was barely large enough for one person.
If two people slept on it, it would be a bit cramped.
In the dark, the air was heavy and still, making their breaths sound especially pronounced against the silence.
"Quentin, did your family go bankrupt?" Suddenly, Grace asked.
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