Chapter 645 Concerned and Jealous
Quentin waited eagerly in the ward for two days.
Despite having his medication changed repeatedly, Quentin still hadn't seen Grace.
Gabriel, on the other hand, visited him for two consecutive days, each time bringing a lunchbox of nourishing soup.
The soup was light and mild, just to Quentin's taste.
"Are you free these two days? You have time to come see me. Is Jessica too busy to care about you?"
Quentin sipped the soup, struggling to squeeze out a sentence after a long effort.
But Gabriel had already seen through his thoughts.
Gabriel replied with a smile, "You're really something, worrying about my schedule and Jessica's schedule?"
"If you want to know what Grace has been up to these days, just say so."
Quentin fell silent, momentarily stunned by the weight of his thoughts.
Then, he sneered, "Why would I care about her?"
"I've been sick for two days, and she hasn't called or sent a message. She doesn't care if I live or die. Why would I care about her?"
Gabriel trucked, "Look at you, denying it just like I did back then."
"We are different..."
Before Quentin could finish, Gabriel interrupted, "Alright, if you don't care, then I have nothing more to say."
"Are you my friends? Just say what you have to say."
"Finish your soup first."
Quentin continued drinking the soup and couldn't help but ask, "Did you change your chef?"
"No, why?"
"Since when did your chef make something that suits my taste so well?"
Gabriel tapped the thermos and mentioned, "It's not my chef who knows your taste, it's Grace."
"What did you say?"
Quentin was suddenly stunned.
"Gabriel, say that again."
At that moment, Quentin felt his heart racing, a clear sign of his visible excitement.
While waiting for the answer, he almost held his breath.
"The soup these past two days was made by Grace according to your taste." Finally, Gabriel gave a definite answer.
Quentin happily hugged the thermos and drank it in big gulps, finishing the entire pot of soup almost in one go.
Gabriel teased him, "Who was it just now that said he didn't care about Grace?"
"But now Grace cares about me, so it means something different."
"Alright, stop pretending to be innocent."
"It's not my fault. I had such a serious car accident. If you hadn't told me the soup was made by Grace, I would have thought she didn't care about me. She hasn't even come to see me since I was hospitalized," Quentin murmured, feeling wronged.
Gabriel retorted coolly.
"As soon as she got the news of your car accident, Grace rushed over like crazy, crying her heart out."
"As for not seeing you? Mrs. Taft's people are guarding every door of the hospital. An hour ago, there were still people arranged by her outside the ward. Do you think Grace could get in?"
"If I hadn't intercepted Grace in time, Mrs. Taft would already know about you two. Do you want Mrs. Taft to hurt her even more?"
Gabriel's words immediately calmed Quentin down.
"I misunderstood her."
Gabriel looked at him, sighed deeply, and after several moments of hesitation, finally spoke."What I'm about to say will make you angry, but I have to be fair."
"Grace has had a tough time these years, and you know who's to blame. She's a good girl. If you truly like her, protect her well."
"If you don't like Grace, let her go. At least she can return to a relatively peaceful and stable life."
Quentin's expression turned cold, "Did Jessica ask you to say this?"
"Jessica has a part in it, but more importantly, I don't want you to regret it later. Not all mistakes in this world can be fixed," Gabriel remarked.
Quentin confessed, "Then let me be honest with you, I can't live without her."
"All these years without her, I haven't had a good night's sleep. Now that she's back, even though she often makes me angry, I feel at ease."
"So, Grace and I are destined to be entangled."
Gabriel nodded, "Alright, I've said what I needed to say. You decide for yourself."
"I'll handle the people at the door later. You tell her I want the soup brought by Grace herself, no need to have you bring it."
"Why not tell Grace yourself?"
"I have a feeling it'll be more effective if you deliver the message."Gabriel was helpless and let out a deep sigh.
Because of the news about Grace making the soup, Quentin was in a good mood all day.
On the third day.
He was particularly excited, thinking that Grace would finally come after a few days of not seeing each other.
Early in the morning, Willie came in with a delicate handbag.
"Mr. Taft, your clothes are all in here."
"Okay, you can go out now."
Soon, Quentin changed into a suit and even adjusted his tie and hairstyle.
Then Quentin sat on the bed, looking handsome and dashing, reading the newspaper while waiting.
Willie blinked hard and was stunned.
If he hadn't seen it himself, Willie would never have imagined someone would be dressed in a suit, looking handsome, while lying in a hospital bed.
"What's wrong? Is something off?"
Seeing Willie stunned, Quentin asked.
Willie expressed, "Mr. Taft, I guess you think Ms. Morgan is coming today, so you're paying extra attention to your appearance to leave a good impression on her."
"That's a good idea."
"But have you thought about it? If you look like this, Ms. Morgan will think your injury isn't serious and that you're recovering well."
"On the contrary, if you're in a hospital gown, looking pale and weak, Ms. Morgan will think you're seriously injured and take extra care of you. What do you think?"
Quentin nodded in satisfaction, "Makes sense."
After saying that, Quentin quickly changed back into his hospital gown and messed up his hair.
Quentin created a weak and pale look.
Willie was helpless, contemplating how Quentin's remarkable acting talent might make him better suited for the stage.
However, Quentin kept waiting.
Each moment seemed to stretch into eternity, yet there was still no sign of Grace.
Quentin got anxious and looked at Willie, "Go ask the front desk if Grace was too shy and just left the soup."
"Mr. Taft, it's only a little past eight. Ms. Morgan has to get up, buy fresh ingredients, make the soup, and then come to the hospital. It won't be that fast."
Quentin shot a cold glance. "I told you to ask, so just do it. Why all the fuss?"Willie immediately went to the nurse's station to inquire.
At that moment, there was a thermos on the nurse's station.
Without thinking much, he asked, "Hello, is this soup for Mr. Taft?"
"Yes, we've been busy and didn't have a chance to say. You can take it to Mr. Taft."
"Okay, thank you."
So, Willie brought the thermos inside.
Quentin immediately frowned, "Grace didn't come, just left the soup?"
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