Chapter 648 Nervous About Her
This was the soup that Grace had spent hours carefully preparing.
Grace had brought it over excitedly, wanting him to taste it.
But now, the entire thermos of soup was spilled on the ground, not a drop left.
It felt as though her heart had been mercilessly crushed. For the first time, Grace didn't care about her image, squatting on the ground with the thermos, letting her tears flow uncontrollably.
This was also the first time Grace truly understood that loving was a mistake, but so was not loving. In the end, she lost track of how long she had squatted by the roadside.
When she stood up, a wave of dizziness hit her from low blood sugar, and she nearly collapsed. Fortunately, there was something nearby to support her in time.
But her head got bumped, leaving a bruise.
To make things worse, it felt like even God was mocking her. She hadn't noticed when it started to rain.
At first, it was just a few small drops;
Suddenly, there was thunder and lightning.
Then, large raindrops began to pelt her.
On the other side, Quentin was furious.
As a result, his wound had reopened.
Willie tried to persuade him, "Mr. Taft, you haven't fully recovered, and now your wound has reopened. We should go back to the hospital!"
Quentin stared coldly at him, "I told you to find her, and you still haven't. You're all useless."
"Mr. Taft, we will find Ms. Morgan, but your wound is more urgent right now."
"Get out!"
Pushing Willie aside, Quentin was about to walk out.
At that moment, the rain started pouring even harder.
The entire sky was pitch black and ominously gloomy.
Just as Quentin was about to rush into the rain, Willie gave a signal, and someone behind him immediately grabbed him.
"Let go."
He coldly reprimanded, his expression even more terrifyingly dark.
"Mr. Taft, your wound is quite serious. Mrs. Taft instructed that you cannot get wet. Please forgive me; I'm only thinking of your health."
"Willie." Unable to hold back any longer, Quentin roared his name, "Are you Mrs. Taft's subordinate or mine?"
"Mr. Taft, I am your subordinate, which is why I can't let you get wet for the sake of your health."
Quentin quickly dismissed everyone around him.
Just as he was about to rush into the rain,
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Ms. Morgan is back."
Grace walked in slowly.
She was drenched, completely soaked.
Her appearance was a chaotic mess.
When she reached the living room, Quentin grabbed her. "Where did you go?"
"Just went for a walk outside. I didn't expect it to rain so heavily, so I got soaked."
Looking at him, Grace was unusually calm.
On the way back, she kept reminding herself not to feel sad or jealous.
Quentin and Caroline were engaged. It was normal for Caroline to feed Quentin.
Grace had no reason to be sad. She knew she shouldn't care.
"You're soaked. Go upstairs and take a shower," he reminded.
"Okay."
Responding, Grace went upstairs to the bathroom.
Maybe because of the rain, Grace felt an especially deep chill. Even while lying in the bathtub, the cold clung to her.
Hugging her arms tightly, she closed her eyes and let herself soak in the water.
After a long time, she finally held her breath and came out of the water.
She took a long time to finish her bath.
Outside the bathroom, Quentin's voice came, "Grace, are you done?"
Grace didn't respond.
Quentin spoke again, "I'm right outside. If you need anything, let me know."
Grace still didn't respond.
After a few more minutes, Quentin grew impatient.
"Grace, can you hear me? Are you asleep? If you don't answer, I'm coming in."
Only then did Grace, startled, quickly respond, "I'm done. I'll be out soon."
"Okay, I'll wait outside."
Putting on her pajamas, Grace opened the bathroom door and walked out.
Then Grace went straight to bed.
It was noon.
Grace was very tired and wanted to sleep.
She didn't tell Quentin that she had trudged through the pouring rain for two hours, making her way back step by step.
So now Grace was truly exhausted.
"Quentin." Looking at him seriously, Grace spoke, "I want to sleep for a while, okay?"
Seeing her genuinely exhausted face, Quentin held back whatever he wanted to say.
Nodding, his expression softened, "Okay, you sleep first."
"Thank you!"
Pulling up the blanket, Grace turned her back and quickly closed her eyes.
Under the blanket, she tightly clasped her hands.
Grace kept telling herself, 'Grace, you're great, you're fine!'
'You acted very calmly. Given your status, what could you ask?'
'Maybe he would think you're being unreasonable!'
'This is good enough.'
Grace was so tired that she quickly fell asleep after closing her eyes.
She slept for three to four hours.
When she woke up, it was already dusk.
However, as soon as she opened her eyes, she was stunned.
She noticed Quentin got into bed and lay next to her.
It was hard to deny that Quentin was truly handsome, like a favored child of God, with features so perfect they made people envious.
He was sleeping, breathing evenly, deeply asleep.
Grace didn't disturb him.
Just as she was about to get up, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist.
Then, his gentle, deep voice came, "When did you wake up?"
"Didn't even tell me, just wanted to sneak away by yourself?"
"Just woke up," she replied, adding, "I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"Did you sleep well? Are you still tired?"
She nodded, "Not bad, much better."
Quentin immediately pulled her closer, "Then now, should we talk about us?"
"Us?" Grace looked at him in shock.
Quentin cupped her face, nodding seriously, "Yes, us. There are some things I want to hear you say, okay?"
"Okay."
"I heard that when you found out I was in a car accident, you rushed to the hospital to find me. You were worried about me, afraid something would happen to me. You even cried for me, right?"
Hearing his questions, Grace's heart started to race.
She clenched her hands, biting her lip, looking at him helplessly, not knowing how to answer.
"Grace, is that true?"
Grace didn't know what came over her. Maybe bewitched by him, she forgot all the things she had reminded herself of today.
All that was left was a nod.
That one nod made Quentin overjoyed, ecstatic.
"Grace, I knew it. You care about me. You have feelings for me, right?"
"And the soup from those days, it was all made by you and brought to me by Gabriel, right?"
She opened her mouth, wanting to deny it.
But the words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them.
And to Quentin, her silence was a confirmation.
He was even happier, pressing on, "This morning, you brought soup to the hospital for me, but you saw Caroline feeding me, so you left, right?"
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