Chapter 653 Did You Miss Me
"I went on a business trip," he repeated.
"Okay, I know, you've said it three times already," Grace nodded.
Quentin felt deeply troubled.
He even wondered if Grace truly didn't understand or was just pretending not to.
Other couples, if the man went on a business trip, the woman would surely be reluctant to let him go.
He didn't expect her to cry and beg him to stay, nor did he expect her to say she couldn't bear to see him leave.
But her cold and indifferent attitude made him feel uncomfortable.
Did she not care at all?
"Don't you have anything to say?" Quentin questioned.
"Stay safe."
In the end, she squeezed out these few words.
She didn't even ask where he was going or for how many days.
But it was better than her saying nothing at all; Quentin could only comfort himself this way.
"Is there any gift you want? Jewelry? A handbag? Or maybe some makeup? I'll bring it back for you," he said in the end.
Grace shook her head, "No need."
"You've already prepared everything for me, I have everything I need."
Quentin felt a bit defeated.
She played the part of a lover flawlessly, never once wanting to touch his money. More importantly, he realized he had a masochistic tendency.
He found joy in spending on her; each dollar felt like a gift, and the more she accepted, the happier he became.Before he left, Grace finally asked a question hesitantly, "Um, how many days will you be gone?"
"Four or five days, reat assured, it won't be long, I'll be back soon to keep you company," Quentin replied joyfully.
Because he had already interpreted her question as her not wanting him to leave.
Therefore, he was in a good mood when he left.
After he left, Grace let out a long sigh of relief.
She wished he would stay away as long as possible.
As he mentioned, he could pamper her and indulge her whims.
But that was all.
What was it like?
More akin to teasing a pet or playing with a toy. It wasn't love at all.
In the end, she had hoped for too much.
She was naive, foolish to believe he truly cared, that he would stand against his family for her.
She had many questions she wanted to ask him.
But now, it was all unnecessary.
Yesterday, she even impulsively wanted to ask him if he loved her.
And if there was a next time, and he had to choose between her and his family, would he choose her?
But now, all those questions were unnecessary.
Luckily, she didn't ask.
If she had, it would have only humiliated herself.
She even thought about telling him everything that they once had a lovely daughter, but unfortunately, she miscarried.
But now, there was no chance for any of that.
Quentin had been gone for three days, and Grace had stayed home for three days.
She thought about going out.
But she couldn't even step out the door.
Even when she wanted to visit Jessica, the servants downstairs replied, "Please ask Mr. Taft for permission first, Ms. Morgan. We can only let you out if Mr. Taft agrees."
She wouldn't ask for him.
If she couldn't go out, then she wouldn't go out.
On the other side.
Quentin was in a bad mood.
Grace had no sense of awareness at all.
It was understandable that she didn't call him when his plane landed that day; he could assume she was already asleep and didn't have time to ask him.
But the next day, the whole day, not a single call, not a single text.
On the third day, he still hadn't received a text from her.
These days, Grace had been going to bed early.
She would sleep right after taking a bath.
In a daze, she felt a weight behind her.
Then, she was pulled into a firm embrace.
The bedroom lights were off; it was dark.
She was a bit scared. Could it be someone dangerous breaking in?
"Who are you?"
She had just started to speak when her lips were suddenly sealed by someone.
He kissed her deeply.
Instantly, that familiar feeling filled her mouth.
And the familiar scent.
He was back.
Wasn't it just three days?
But Quentin quickly didn't allow her to be distracted.
His strong body pressed her down on the bed, kissing her until she was completely defenseless.
"Don't think about anything else."
His voice was domineering and deep.
Grace had no room to resist, pinned down by him on the bed.
Only when he was satisfied did he slightly lift his body.
In the darkness, his expression was unclear.
But his eyes were bright, like stars in the sky, exceptionally dazzling.
His voice was unusually gentle.
"Who did you think it was?" he asked.
"A bad guy breaking in," she replied.
Quentin lowered his head and bit her lip discontentedly, "A bad guy? You dare let a bad guy kiss you?"
Grace looked at him, almost blurting out her words.
"To me, you are also..."
"Also, what?" he pressed, eagerly awaiting her answer.
There was no need for her to say harsh words, so she shifted the focus, "I had thought it was a bad guy, but when you kissed me, I knew it was you."
He seemed very satisfied with her answer.
In the darkness, his hearty and happy laughter echoed.
"Grace, so what you're saying is, you're very familiar with my kiss."
"No," she denied.
Quentin pretended to press down.
"Then let's do it again, so you can get familiar."
Grace knew he wasn't joking, so she quickly pleaded, "Familiar, I'm very familiar."
Hearing this answer, he finally stopped.
The truth was, she was indeed very familiar.
Her first crush, her first kiss, her first love, and her first sexual experience..
When it came to love, almost all of Grace's first times were with him.
So, how could she forget?
But to him, she was just one of many.
"You smell bad, go take a shower," Grace said, changing the subject.
"Okay, wait for me."
As soon as he got up, she felt much released.
Grace wanted to fall asleep before he came back, so she wouldn't have to face him.
When he held her just now, she could clearly feel it.
She knew what he wanted.
He kept her and supported her; of course, he wouldn't just hold her to sleep.
In all fairness, he had let her off several times already.
And today, after his business trip, even in the dark, she could feel his overwhelming desire.
But the more she wanted to sleep, the more she couldn't.
The more anxious she was, the faster her heart beat.
Until he reached out and pulled her into his hot embrace.
At that moment, she could only hear her heartbeat.
His body moved closer, holding her tightly.
The fresh scent of his body wash lingered at her nose, and his voice slowly reached her ears.
In a sexy, low tone, he asked, "Did you miss me?"
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