Chapter 639 Torturing Each Other
Quentin immediately got up and then staggered upstairs.
He was very drunk, his body swaying as if he could fall at any moment.
Filled with concern for him, Grace called out.
"Where are you going?"
Quentin looked at her and gave a gentle smile, "Grace, didn't you say I smell like alcohol and told me to take a shower? Don't worry, I'll go take a shower right away, use some fragrant body wash, and come back smelling nice for you."
The servants nearby got goosebumps hearing this.
They couldn't believe Quentin could be so affectionate.
He seemed like a completely different person.
Grace looked at the two tall servants beside her and softly instructed, "You two, go help him with the shower. Be careful not to touch his wounds."
"Yes, Ms. Morgan."
After Quentin finished his shower and lay on the bed, he didn't see Grace.
He started to throw a tantrum again, "Where's Grace?"
"Where is she?"
"Go get her for me."
After saying that, Quentin lifted the blanket and prepared to get out of bed.
The two servants beside him couldn't hold Quentin down.
The room was in chaos.
Grace walked in and saw the scene, immediately shouting, "Quentin, can you behave? Stop making a fuss."
"It's the middle of the night, everyone is in a mess because of you, what more do you want?"
The room fell silent.
Quentin reached out and grabbed Grace's hand, acting like a child trying to please her.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"I won't make a fuss, Grace, don't be mad. Will you stay with me?"
Grace put down the medicine box. "If you want me to dress your wounds, lie down on the bed."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
After lying down, Quentin gave a cold look to the two servants.
The two servants quickly left and closed the door.
Grace and Quentin were alone in the guest room, the silence palpable as they listened to each other's breathing.
Grace glanced at him and remarked, "Your hand was cut by glass shards. I need to disinfect it first. The alcohol might sting a bit, bear with it."
"Okay!" he nodded.
He looked extremely gentle, a stark contrast to his sober self, as if he truly changed when drunk. Grace's bandaging skills were barely adequate, as she wasn't professionally trained.
She had only learned some medical knowledge and proper bandaging methods from a professional teacher hired by the film crew during filming.
But she hadn't used them for a long time and was quite rusty.
To her surprise, Quentin was very quiet and obedient throughout the process.
He let her move his hands and arms as she pleased.
Finally, after finishing the bandaging, Grace looked up and saw that he had closed his eyes.
Just when she thought he had fallen asleep and she could leave and get some rest.
She packed up the medicine box, stood up, and was about to leave.
Suddenly, a strong force grabbed her slender wrist.
In a dizzying moment, Quentin had her pinned beneath him.
Although Quentin had taken a shower, a faint smell of alcohol lingered on Quentin; less pungent but still noticeable. Grace instinctively tried to struggle, but Quentin, as if sober, grabbed her hands with one hand and pinned her legs with his.
He forced her to lie beneath him, holding her gaze."Quentin, what do you want?"
"It's the middle of the night, I even dressed your wounds."
"Not only do you not thank me, but you also won't let me get a good night's sleep."
Grace was genuinely angry.
Just as she finished speaking, suddenly, she felt a weight on her neck.
Quentin's head dropped onto her shoulder, his heavy breathing hot and moist against her ear.
He fell silent, and Grace lay beneath him, listening to the rhythm of his breath.
Their chests pressed together, his heartbeat resonated so clearly that it almost affected her own.
At that moment, her heart was in turmoil.
Just when she thought he was just drunk or had fallen asleep.
Suddenly, she heard his low, pained voice in her ear.
"Grace, why? Why did you get a boyfriend? Why did you let another man touch you?"
He almost cried out in anguish, shouting.
Hearing his words, Grace felt an indescribable mix of emotions wash over her.
Quentin must care.
Every man cares about a woman's body, especially someone like Quentin, whose pride and possessiveness made him even more attentive. Being in a high position only amplified that.
She knew it, so she deliberately used this to hurt him, to stab his heart.
Only by making him hurt, making him suffer, making him feel pain, would she find any semblance of happiness.
After all she had endured, why should she be the only one to suffer in silence?
"Quentin, we are both demons. Look, I'm so heartless! I hurt myself just to hurt you."
"So, you are a demon, and I am a demon."
"Demons and demons can't stay together, otherwise, it will only bring destruction and endless pain."
"We can only be saved by giving up on each other, by staying away from each other."
"Grace, why?"
Quentin continued to question her frantically around her neck.
But Grace couldn't give him an answer.
In this life, if he kept her trapped, they would continue to torment each other endlessly.
Maybe if she died, they would both be free.
Otherwise, it seemed they would never find salvation. Suddenly, Quentin opened his mouth and bit her neck.
The sound that came out was filled with extreme pain, "Grace."
He gritted his teeth and called her name, "Grace, do you know, in all these years you've been gone, I haven't touched a single woman."
"Other than you, I have no sexual desire for any other woman."
"But why can you date other men?"
Hearing this, Grace trembled all over.
How was it possible that he hadn't been with any other woman all those years?
When they were together, he was always indulgent.
Even when she was on a business trip, he would make a special trip to have sex.
If she had a break and didn't have to film, he would keep her in bed, having sex over and over, each time very intensely.
How could such a passionate Quentin have no needs?
She didn't believe it.
The bite on her neck, which was quite painful, brought Grace back to her senses.
But she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out in pain.
Suddenly, Quentin bit down again.
This time, it was even harder.
His voice was filled with even greater pain."Grace, I told you, you can only be mine, only mine. Why did you let someone else touch you, even get pregnant for that man? But you wouldn't have a daughter for me! Do you know how jealous and hurt I am?"
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