Chapter 646 I Won't Marry You
Willie nodded, "That's what the nurse at the front desk said."
"Serve me some soup!"
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Looking at the thermos, Quentin couldn't feel happy at all.
What he wanted most was not to drink the soup Grace made, but to see her in person.
After taking a sip, Quentin frowned.
"Are you sure this soup was sent by her?"
Quentin's question left Willie stunned.
To be honest, he hadn't seen Grace personally bring the soup to the nurse's station.
"Mr. Taft, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the soup?"
"The taste is completely different," he replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.
Caroline, in a light purple dress with wavy hair, rushed in hurriedly.
"Quentin, why didn't you tell me about such a big incident?"
Caroline came in and immediately threw herself at him.
"Why are you here?"
Quentin coldly pushed her away, his expression as indifferent as ever.
Caroline hugged him again, crying her heart out.
"Quentin, please don't push me away."
"Are you mad at me for not coming to see you and take care of you when you got hurt?"
"I'm sorry, I was abroad with my best friend these past few days and had no idea you were in a car accident. Otherwise, I would have flown back immediately to see you."
Caroline spoke softly, her hands clinging to Quentin like a koala. Quentin pushed Caroline away again, his eyes probing, "So? How did you find out?"
"Of course, Mrs. Taft told me."
"If she hadn't told me, I'd still be in the dark. Quentin, I didn't mean to be absent or late. Please don't be mad at me, okay?"
Caroline, as naive as a little girl, clung to Quentin's arm, pouting and shaking it.
Quentin was already in a bad mood because Grace hadn't come.
With Caroline around, his mood took a turn for the worse."I'll say it again, let go."
Quentin's voice suddenly turned cold and harsh.
His gaze became particularly sharp.
Seeing this, Caroline was immediately scared to tears.
"Quentin,"
Caroline's nose turned red, and tears began to fall, her voice trembling.
"Quentin, I've already admitted my mistake and apologized."
"I didn't mean not to come to the hospital to accompany you. Please don't be mad at me, okay?"
"You know I love you so much. How could I not take care of you?"
Caroline hadn't done anything wrong. Quentin was angry because he was in a bad mood.
Yet she not only admitted her mistake and apologized, but the way she looked so vulnerable tugged at even his cold heart."Stop crying, I'm not mad at you."
"Really?" Caroline immediately wiped her tears and smiled upon hearing this.
"I'm just a bit irritable and unintentionally took it out on you. Thank you for coming to see me. I'm fine now."
"How could that be?" Caroline didn't believe it. "Mrs. Taft said you were seriously injured and would need to stay in the hospital for at least a week. Don't worry, I'll come to accompany you every day so you won't be bored."
"No need," Quentin refused.
"Quentin, I'm your fiancée. It's my duty and my pleasure to take care of you, so you don't need to feel embarrassed."
As Caroline spoke, she turned around.
She skillfully served a bowl of soup from the thermos and handed it to him.
"I specially ordered this soup for you. It's delicious. Try it."
Quentin suddenly looked up, "Are you saying? This soup is from you?"
Caroline nodded affirmatively, "Yes, who else did you think it was from?"
Willie was also shocked and asked, "Ms. Stewart, did you just leave the soup at the nurse's station?"
"Yes, I suddenly had a stomachache when I got to the nurse's station, so I asked them to help bring it in. Didn't they bring it in?"
Willie awkwardly smiled.
Then he nodded vigorously, "Yes, they brought it in."
Quentin looked down at the soup, but instantly lost his appetite.
Seeing he wasn't eating, Caroline patiently coaxed, "Quentin, this soup is really good. Please try it."
Quentin pressed his lips together.
His expression turned extremely cold.
So it wasn't the soup Grace made.
No wonder it tasted different.
All morning, he had been naively anticipating it.'Quentin, you're crazy,' Quentin couldn't help but mock himself in his heart.
"Quentin, just try it, please. Just one sip," Caroline continued to coax, holding the soup.
But Quentin didn't give in at all.
Taking the bowl of soup from her hands, Quentin placed it on the table beside him.
At the same time, Quentin said, "I'm fine now. You should go back."
"No, unless I see you finish this bowl of soup with my own eyes," Caroline insisted.
Quentin looked at her helplessly. "If I finish this bowl of soup, will you leave?"
"Do you hate me that much? Is it that you want me to go?" Caroline bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears, looking extremely aggrieved.
Quentin nodded, his gaze unyielding. "Yes," he said, his voice as cold as ice."Caroline, I've never hidden anything from you and have always been clear."
"I don't like you, and I won't marry you."
"Our engagement was not my wish but was forced by my mother."
"But I don't love you, and that's a fact that won't change. Even though we're engaged and publicly declared as fiancés, we won't get married."
Caroline had always been holding on, trying to be generous, to smile, and to stay optimistic. But at this moment, when Quentin laid everything out clearly and plainly.
No matter how strong her heart was, she couldn't bear it.
"Quentin," Caroline softly called his name, "I know, you were very firm from the beginning."
"But there are exceptions to everything, aren't there?"
"Many couples marry because of their parents' arrangements without any feelings, but they end up loving each other deeply. I believe in love after marriage, and I believe my passionate heart will move you."
"Quentin, I won't give up."
"I love you, and I will marry you and become your wife."
"I believe that one day, you will marry me."
Seeing her determination, Quentin opened his mouth to speak, but was firmly interrupted by her.
"Don't you want me to leave?"
"Fine, drink this bowl of soup, and I'll leave immediately."
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