Chapter 629 The Dominant and Overbearing Quentin2
But Quentin wasn't intimidated by threats.
He closed the door with one hand, then turned around and pinned Grace against the door.
At that moment, his tall figure loomed over Grace.
With a twinge of regret, Grace realized she shouldn't have provoked Quentin, and stomping on his foot had been a reckless choice.
He was always one to seek revenge.
Now, he definitely wouldn't let her go.
Just then, footsteps stopped behind her.
Next, there was a knock on the door, "Hey, is anyone in there?"
"Open the door!"
Grace's heart leaped into her throat, and she barely dared to move.
Quentin, however, pressed heavily against her, making it difficult for her to even breathe.
Outside the door, voices were discussing.
"What's going on? No one's answering. Is the door broken?"
"Maybe. Forget it, let's go to another restroom."
Hearing this, Grace breathed a sigh of relief.
But when she saw Quentin part his lips to speak, she panicked.
Her mind went blank, and her instinct was to cover his lips to stop him from talking.
Seizing the moment, Quentin leaned in and claimed her lips, leaving her no room to pull away.
Grace pushed him desperately, her hands fighting to break free from his grasp.
Quentin's lips moved to her ear, "Grace, this is the situation you worked so hard to create."
"Aren't you afraid I'll call them back?"
Grace was furious upon hearing this.
"Quentin, don't you have any shame?"
"With you around, shame is the last thing on my mind."
Grace was infuriated, but at that moment, she could only let him have his way and couldn't resist.
She felt hot, her cheeks burning from his teasing, her heart racing as if it would leap out of her chest.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Grace was startled.
Her hair was messy, her cheeks slightly red, and even her eyes seemed to glisten with moisture, looking unusually gentle.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.
No, this wasn't her.
She blushed and felt shy, not because of anything else, but because of anger.
It was a reaction any woman would have in such a situation.
But it had nothing to do with love.
She only had hatred for Quentin.
Intense, overwhelming hatred.
How could she have love?
No, not.
After a full ten minutes, Quentin finally showed mercy and let her go.
Grace leaned against the door, panting slightly.
Even while catching her breath, she didn't dare to make a sound, only daring to lower her voice.
Quentin, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, simply straightening his tie and walking out confidently.
His steps were steady, his demeanor calm.
The only one disheveled was Grace.
Facing the mirror, she carefully tidied her hair.
After finally fixing her clothes and hair, her cheeks were still flushed.
Grace splashed cold water on her face, a sharp reminder to pull herself together.
Quentin, that jerk. Grace was determined to free herself from him someday.
What did she mean to him now?
Grace didn't dare to think further.
Finally, after fixing everything, Grace walked out.
As soon as she came down, Jessica, worried that Grace was affected by what had just happened, quickly asked, "Why did you take so long?"
"I had to take a call," Grace replied.
No one expected Freddy to suddenly speak up.
"Ms. Morgan, are you dating Mr. Taft?"
"Is Mr. Taft your boyfriend?"
Grace's heart skipped a beat, fearing that Freddy had seen what had just happened.
Grace was about to ask Freddy why he said that.
Quentin had already gently ruffled his hair and nodded, "Yes, I'm Grace's boyfriend."
Grace fell silent.
For some reason, hearing this answer made her heartache.
Immediately, an indescribable pain gripped her heart.
'What kind of relationship did they have?'
'Quentin, what are you trying to do?' Grace thought in furious.
Freddy, not understanding, clapped his hands happily, "Wow, Ms. Morgan has a boyfriend, that's great."
After celebrating, Freddy held Quentin's hand, "Mr. Taft, Ms. Morgan is so beautiful, many people like her. You have to treat her well."
"A man should be kind to women, you can't make Ms. Morgan angry!"
Grace stood there stiffly.
At that moment, she couldn't deny it, nor could she acknowledge it.
After a while, Stella woke up, and Gabriel came down holding her.
Jessica immediately seized the opportunity to speak, "Since Grace is here today, honey, you take care of the three kids. I want Grace to go shopping with me."
Gabriel nodded immediately, "Sure, buy whatever you like, I'll pay."
Before leaving, Gabriel, holding Stella, walked over and gently kissed Jessica on the cheek.
Watching them, Grace suddenly felt envious.
What a warm and loving family!
This was once her dream of married life, loving and harmonious, with two babies, preferably a son and a daughter.
But now, such a happy life was something she could only look at.
Or occasionally dream about.
As for real life, she knew she would never have it.
Quentin had ruined everything for her.
As long as she was bound to him, she would always be a bird in a cage.
No happiness, no freedom, only obedience to her master.
As Jessica and Grace were about to leave, Quentin suddenly walked over and handed her a card.
Quentin's voice was extremely domineering, "Buy whatever you like."
"Don't worry about the money."
Grace felt a wave of bitterness and discomfort.
He was treating her like a kept woman.
Blinking hard to calm herself, Grace finally spoke, "No need, I have money."
"You haven't worked in years. Most of the money you made in the entertainment industry was used to pay off debts. How much could be left? Take it, don't be stubborn."
Grace's hand trembled, unable to lift it.
Although the truth was, she was already being kept by him in that way.
Yet, she still clung to the last remnants of her dignity.
"I..."
Before she could finish, Quentin suddenly shoved the card into her hand.
"I'm always generous to my lovers."
"Is that so?" Grace sneered, "Then I suppose you are even more generous to your fiancée."
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