Chapter 637 Please, Don't 2
Quentin turned her body over and pinned her beneath him.
His grip was strong.
Almost rough.
He had no tenderness left for her.
Suddenly, Grace's head hit the nightstand.
Her head throbbed painfully, almost making her see stars.
But she gritted her teeth and didn't say a word of pleading.
Quentin had already softened, his fingers reaching out to rub her head, wanting to ask if she was hurt.
However, when his gaze fell on her lips, bitten hard, and her resolute endurance, he instantly gave up the thought.
She didn't care, so why should he?
To dispel his displeasure and to prove that he affected her, Quentin grabbed her legs and, without any tenderness, began to have sex with her.
At that moment, Grace suddenly seemed greatly stimulated.
She lifted her legs and, unable to control herself, kicked Quentin away.
Then she hugged herself, sitting on the bed in terror, her body trembling violently.
Her eyes were filled with fear and terror.
When Quentin approached again, she suddenly lifted her head, tears streaming down her face.
"Quentin, please, please, don't..."
"Don't do this, okay?"
"I'm scared..."
Memories flooded her mind.
Grace was so scared she was trembling, even her teeth chattering.
She looked like a wounded little rabbit, pitiful.
Her eyes brimmed with tears, conveying a deep sense of sorrow.
Seeing her like this, Quentin's heart softened.
He had vowed not to let his defenses down, but in that moment, all his anger dissolved, leaving only a profound heartache.
After searching the bed, Quentin found a nightgown.
Then he spoke, "I won't continue. Let me help you put on the nightgown, okay?"
Grace remained hunched on the bed, hugging herself tightly in a half-squat, her eyes full of wariness.
"I promise, I won't touch you."
But she was still scared.
In the end, Quentin compromised.
"Okay, I'll put the nightgown next to you."
"I'll go sleep in the guest room. You can sleep here alone, okay?"
Grace finally nodded slightly.
After Quentin left and the door closed, Grace immediately crawled under the covers and put on the nightgown.
After putting on the nightgown, she looked around the dark room but couldn't fall asleep.
She wasn't sleepy at all.
Looking up, she stared at the ceiling.
Thinking of that sentence, her heart suddenly ached again.
She wanted to have a baby if she had the chance.
But after her miscarriage, the doctor said it would be difficult for her to get pregnant.
Thinking about it, Grace couldn't hold back and cried into the blanket.
Even as she cried, she dared not make a sound, covering her head with the blanket and sobbing softly, tears silently streaming down.
'Quentin, do you know, we once had a daughter.'
'Unfortunately, she was killed by your mother.'
'At that time, she was only three months old in my womb.'
Thinking of this, tears continuously soaked Grace's pillow.
After leaving, Quentin went straight to the first floor.
Then Quentin made a phone call, "Got time? Let's grab a drink."
The call was to Gabriel.
At that moment, Gabriel's kids were already asleep.
Jessica was taking a shower.
Seeing her come out, Gabriel hung up the phone.
Then Gabriel walked over, took the hairdryer, and thoughtfully dried Jessica's hair.
"Honey, do you want straight or curly hair?"
Jessica was surprised, "You can do curly hair?"
"I've seen the stylist do it, it doesn't seem hard. Don't believe in my learning ability?"
"Of course not, I trust your skills. Let's go with curly hair then."
After some work, Jessica looked at her curly hair in the mirror, quite satisfied.
"How is it? Satisfied with my service?" Gabriel immediately sought praise.
"Not bad, but..."
Soon, Jessica changed her tone, "You're being so attentive, do you need something from me?"
"Honey, you have sharp insight."
Before Gabriel could finish, Jessica guessed, "Quentin's in a bad mood and wants to drink with you?"
"Honey, how did you know?"
Jessica explained calmly, "Grace just came back, and she and Quentin are adjusting. With Quentin's macho, domineering attitude, Grace definitely won't like it."
"Besides, he caused Grace so much harm back then, she won't forgive him easily."
From Jessica's tone, Gabriel figured he probably wouldn't be going out.
So Gabriel was about to call Quentin to refuse.
But Jessica looked at him, "You can go, but be back by two."
Gabriel was shocked, "Honey, you're letting me go?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not worried about Quentin's feelings. I just think if you can talk some sense into him, Grace will suffer less."
"If he's in a bad mood, Grace will be the one to suffer. I feel for Grace."
"Thank you, honey. You're so smart and thoughtful."
Holding Jessica, Gabriel kissed her hard.
Then Gabriel went out.
The midnight streets were eerily empty, allowing him to reach Quentin's bar in just a few minutes.
The bar seemed to be cleared out, with only Quentin drinking alone in the large hall.
Seeing Gabriel, Quentin's tall figure finally moved. "I thought you couldn't make it."
"What got you so worked up, drinking alone?"
As Gabriel spoke, he poured himself a drink.
Clinking glasses with Quentin, Gabriel downed his drink.
"Stella is really cute." Suddenly, Quentin said out of nowhere.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn't understand.
But Gabriel quickly got it, "So, you want Grace to have a daughter with you?"
"How did you know?"
"Not hard to guess. From the look of you, Grace refused?"
Thinking of Grace's words, Quentin was furious.
Clenching his glass, Quentin replied coldly, "Not just refused, Grace even suggested I have a child with Caroline."
Gabriel looked at him and remarked calmly, "Grace isn't wrong. What is she to you now? Nothing. Caroline is your fiancée, recognized by your mom and the entire Taft Group."
"Gabriel, whose side are you on?" Quentin was annoyed.
Gabriel patted his shoulder and seriously asked, "So, have you ever thought about what Grace means to you?"
"You want her to have your child, but have you thought about marrying her?"
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