Chapter 652 Allowing You to Occasionally Act Spoiled
She stood there dumbfounded, completely forgetting how to react for a moment.
"Grace."
It wasn't until Quentin called her name and walked up to her.
"What's wrong? Why are you standing here in a daze?"
As he spoke, he reached out to hold Grace's hand.
However, she suddenly raised her hand to brush away the hair on her forehead, subtly avoiding his touch.
But Quentin domineeringly grabbed her hand, "Come on, let's eat."
On the dining table, a feast of delicious and beautifully presented dishes was already laid out.
Every dish looked exquisite.
But she didn't have much of an appetite right now.
She hastily picked at a few dishes before putting down her bowl, "I'm full, you take your time."
With that, she turned to leave.
Quentin immediately stopped her, asking with concern.
"Is the food not to your taste?"
"You were fine this morning, why the sudden change in mood? Did someone upset you?"
Hearing his question, Grace felt even more upset.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and she lowered her head, replying sullenly, "It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well and want to go back to sleep."
As soon as Quentin heard this, he immediately reached out to touch her forehead.
"Are you sick? You've already slept for ten hours."
"I'm not sick, just low on energy. I just like to sleep."
When she wasn't filming, she could sleep for a whole day and night, which was nothing unusual.
Quentin, however, seemed thoughtful, "Your body is indeed too weak. It looks like, besides dietary supplements, you also need to exercise more. I'll accompany you to work out more often."
With that, he picked Grace up in his arms.
"Quentin, so many people are watching, put me down." Grace was completely caught off guard, both shocked and angry.
Just yesterday, he had been tender and affectionate with his fiancée, whispering sweet nothings. But today, here he was again, playfully teasing Grace, that infuriating smirk on his face. Quentin placed her on a chair and gently commanded, "If you want to sleep, at least finish your meal first. You only took a few bites. How can that be nutritious?"
"I don't want to eat."
"Then I'll feed you."
Grace thought he was just saying it.
But when he brought the food to her mouth, she realized he was serious.
"Quentin, don't force me, I don't want to eat."
"Come on, be good and eat something. You've barely touched your food all morning. Do you really want to ruin your health?" Quentin's voice was laced with genuine concern."But I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Quentin had already fed her the food.
With no other choice, Grace had to eat it.
But she absolutely refused to take a second bite.
"Is it that none of the food is to your taste? Tell me what you like, and I'll have someone make it."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?"
Quentin was always strong-willed and authoritative.
When had he ever spoken so gently, even humbly, to a woman? Coaxing Grace like this pushed his limits, yet she still refused to listen. It was a significant blow to his dignity.
"It's nothing, I'm just not hungry and don't want to eat."
Grace's response made him even more furious.
Unable to hold back any longer, he put down his utensils.
The fork in his hand hit the table with a clear sound. "Grace, don't think that just because you're my woman, you can do whatever you want and push my limits."
She had never viewed it that way. Deep down, she knew she didn't mean much to him. Otherwise, how could he have so easily discarded her back then, like throwing away a bag of trash?
But hearing him say it so bluntly made her chest ache.
His voice continued.
"Do you want to act in the movie you auditioned for a few days ago?"
This was already a veiled threat.
Her clear eyes glared at him angrily, and two minutes later, she finally gave in.
She picked up her utensils, "I'll eat."
But the food tasted bland to her.
She felt no joy at all.
In the end, she forced herself to finish the food before putting down her utensils.
As soon as she stood up, he carried her upstairs.
Then he placed her on the bed.
But as soon as her body touched the bed, Grace's stomach churned. She pushed him away forcefully and ran to the bathroom, where she started vomiting uncontrollably.
She vomited for several minutes.
When she finally looked up, her eyes were red, and her cheeks were pale without a trace of blood.
Her hair was a mess.
'Grace, how did you end up like this?'
'If only you hadn't met him back then.' Grace thought.
Outside.
Quentin felt regretful hearing her vomit so painfully.
After freshening up and tidying herself, Grace walked out of the bathroom.
"How do you feel? Still uncomfortable?" Quentin queried gently.
"Much better," she replied.
He picked her up again and placed her on the bed.
The next moment, his hand caressed her cheek. "Grace, I can tolerate your occasional tantrums, and I can pamper you."
"If you want to eat shrimp, I can peel them for you; if you want to act spoiled, I can indulge you."
His voice suddenly turned low.
His gaze became deep, "But this doesn't mean you can repeatedly push my limits."
Grace nodded, "Okay, I understand."
Seeing her being so obedient this time, Quentin's voice softened considerably.
Holding her face, his lips pressed down domineeringly.
At first, it was gentle, but then it became urgent and rough.
Even her lips were sucked until they bled slightly.
Finally, he let go when she was almost out of breath.
He rested his forehead against hers, breathing lightly, "Be good for the next few days. Stay at home, drink some coffee, watch some movies, and enjoy the flowers."
"Or you can visit Jessica and spend time with her kids."
"Because of the company's project, I have to go on a business trip for a few days."
Grace nodded, "Okay."
She understood what he meant.
He wanted her to just obediently stay at home.
So, wasn't she just a pet he kept?
When he was happy, he would play with her;
When he was unhappy, he could discard her at any time.
Seeing her indifferent attitude, Quentin felt a bit frustrated.
He took a suit from the closet and put it on.
Finally, his gaze fell on Grace, "Tie my tie for me."
"I don't know how," she replied.
"You used to tie it for the male lead in your movies," he immediately exposed her lie.
"That was a long time ago, and it's been so many years. I haven't practiced, so I've forgotten."
Seeing that she was weak, Quentin nodded deeply, "Alright then."
Then he tied the tie himself.
"I'm leaving now. Take good care of yourself these days."
"Okay," she nodded.
Quentin noticed her attitude and felt a growing discomfort. He took a step forward and picked her up.
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