Chapter 636 Please, Don't
Just that sentence instantly brought Grace back to that rainy night.
At that time, it was because he said, "Daughters are adorable," that Grace, disregarding her career and future, got pregnant.
Grace even naively thought that once they had a baby, everything would be different.
Grace thought she could persuade the Taft family to accept her.
But she was wrong.
During that period, she was at the peak of her fame and career.
Grace received endorsements, variety shows, acting gigs... she could get all kinds of offers.
So Grace often stayed up late.
Her eating habits and daily routine were pretty erratic.
But for the sake of having a healthy baby, Grace turned down many acting offers and spent any free time at the gym, wanting to have a fit body to nurture an adorable child.
Linda even said she was crazy and tried to persuade her earnestly.
She pointed out that Grace was at the peak of her career and should prioritize it. Men were like leaves on the water—unpredictable and unreliable. Having money in the pocket was what mattered.
But Grace was foolish back then.
She was completely devoted to love, willing to go through anything for it.
That night, the rain was so heavy it felt like bullets hitting her, and it was so cold that it felt like she was stuck in an icebox.
But even when Grace was fed abortion pills by his mother and kicked out, she still held a sliver of hope for him in her heart.
That night, Grace kept waiting.
Waiting for him to come and get her, to hold her.
She made call after call, but until she passed out, Grace never saw him.
The memories were too vivid, so every time Grace thought of it, she experienced a heart-wrenching pain.
Grace reached out and gently pressed her chest, not answering for a long time.
Quentin grew anxious, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Grace, how about having a daughter?" His voice was extremely gentle, "You are so beautiful, every part of you is perfect. With my genes, our daughter would be incredibly beautiful."
Grace replied coldly, "Quentin, do you want a daughter?"
"Of course." He held her, as domineering as ever.
"Then go have one with your fiancée. I'm sure she would love to give you a daughter. You two are well-matched, and your daughter would be born into a wealthy family."
Hearing Grace's words, Quentin's enthusiasm was instantly extinguished.
"Grace." He gripped her wrist, struggling to contain himself, "I want a daughter with you. I don't want to have children with Caroline."
"Mr. Taft, with your noble status and distinguished lineage, only a true noblewoman is worthy of bearing your children. I'm just an actress in the entertainment industry, aren't you all disdainful of that?"
"Having a mother like me would only tarnish your daughter's noble status."
She thought Quentin would be very angry.
Unexpectedly, he held Grace tightly, his voice even more forceful and domineering.
"You are the one I like. Who dares to oppose?"
"If I say you are worthy of me, then you are worthy of me."
Grace turned around.
Her gaze suddenly became tender, and her slender fingers fell on Quentin's eyebrows.
She gently traced them, bit by bit.
Under the warm yellow light, her face was serene and beautiful.
Everything was so perfect.
Quentin's heart was moved again.
"Grace, I want to..." Just as he lowered his head, emotionally calling Grace's name.
Suddenly, she reached out to stop his approaching body, her eyes cold and devoid of warmth.
Then she spoke, "Quentin, have you thought about what status our daughter would have if I agreed?"
"She would be an illegitimate child, and from birth, she would be subjected to everyone's scorn and ridicule, becoming a target for criticism."
"Or is this your way of getting back at me?"
Grace's words made Quentin's expression turn cold.
If looks could kill, she'd be a goner.
"Is that what you think of me?"
Staring at her intently, Quentin almost gritted his teeth as he asked.
"What else? Or have you suddenly had a change of mind after a few years and are willing to marry me, giving me a legitimate chance?"
"You have a fiancée, if I remember correctly, she is the daughter of the Stewart family."
"The Stewart family is immensely powerful. Although the Taft family is also wealthy, its strength is not to be underestimated. But as far as I know, the Taft Group relies on the Stewart Group's financial support in many areas."
"Otherwise, your mother wouldn't go to great lengths to make you marry the Stewart family's daughter."
After Grace finished speaking, the air hung thick with tension, silence enveloping them like a shroud.
Quentin's eyes were hidden in the darkness, pitch black, deep, and mysterious.
For a long time, he didn't say a word.
He just stared at Grace.
His gaze made her heart tremble, and she turned her face away, "You don't have to look at me like that. What I said is the truth. Your silence only proves you can't refute it."
"Giving up the Stewart Group's support would be like cutting off an arm for the Taft Group. Mr. Taft, with your acumen as a businessman, would instinctively avoid any action so mutually destructive and harmful."
"So, I will also position myself correctly and not demand such illusory things. Likewise, don't force me to have your child."
Quentin's hand fell on her cheek.
He held her face tightly.
"In your heart, am I just a selfish, greedy person who only cares about your beauty, with eyes only for profit and money?"
Grace didn't speak.
But the weight of her silence conveyed everything that needed to be said.
"Alright."
Quentin looked at her, gritting his teeth, seething with anger.
At that moment, all his restraint was gone.
"Since I'm such a despicable person, let me show you. I won't hold back anymore."
"And I won't suppress my desires for your body's sake."
Grace immediately understood what he meant.
"Quentin, don't make me despise you!" She exclaimed.
But it was too late.
Quentin's hand tore her nightgown.
He was like a ravenous wolf, no longer suppressing himself. His lips fell on her slender neck, biting down.
The force was filled with hatred.
"Grace, I'm just a fool."
"That's why I took care of your body, going along with your wishes, afraid of hurting you."
Now, he had to confront the accusations, or he wouldn’t be true to himself.
Under the covers, the sheets were tangled, a testament to their passion.
Grace was in a tragic state, her long hair spread over her body, making her skin look even more seductive.
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