Chapter 654 Make Her Willingly
"Just three days, I'm not some girl who can't live without her lover," Grace replied.
From her tone, it was clear she didn't miss him.
Quentin felt a bit defeated.
But then he thought, he already had her in his arms, kissed her, and there was no point in dwelling on it.
Besides, as long as he missed her, that was enough.
"Alright, if you don't miss me, you don't do."
"Aren't you curious why I came back today?"
Grace was indeed puzzled, so she asked, "Why?"
He chuckled softly.
Quentin's soft lips deliberately brushed against her earlobe, then he suddenly bit down hard.
He blew a breath, the heat and intimacy making her body shiver.
Even though she was in the entertainment industry, she had to admit Quentin was a master at flirting.
He always managed to tease her unintentionally.
Just like now, Quentin's skills were so advanced that if she didn't have enough self-control, she might have been seduced.
Quentin's sexy voice was even harder to resist.
"Because I missed a certain heartless woman."
Grace felt her heart flutter for a moment.
But soon, it steadied, returning to its usual calm. If it had been a few days ago, before he had flaunted his affection with Caroline, she would have been deeply moved.
But now, Grace's heart was very calm.
Her silence made Quentin frown. "Not happy?"
"No, very happy." She looked at him and smiled faintly.
But a closer look revealed a distance in that smile, as if it were more of a courtesy than genuine warmth. It was just that in the dark, Quentin couldn't see it.
"As long as you're happy."
With that, Quentin held her tighter.
In the dark, their hearts were pressed tightly together, and Grace's heart was pounding.
She knew exactly what she felt through the clothes; her mind was in chaos.
The night grew quieter.
In the warm bed, many intense emotions became clearer.
Grace closed her eyes, bit her lip, and didn't dare say a word.
She was extremely nervous, constantly thinking of a reason to refuse.
Suddenly, just as she was about to speak, Quentin's tall body turned over and covered her.
His voice was even more heated, "Grace, I..."
Grace clutched her clothes and abruptly interrupted him, "Quentin, I know you need to release your desires, but I..."
Before she could finish, Quentin suddenly let go of her and lay down beside her.
He just reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Then, his gentle voice slowly sounded, "Aren't you tired? Sleep."
Grace was a bit stunned.
He surprisingly backed off and didn't press her, which was completely unexpected.
His deep voice came from above her head, and Quentin stroked her hair.
"Don't want to sleep? If not, then let's make love."
Grace immediately closed her eyes in fright and nodded vigorously, "Sleep, I'll sleep now."
"Then you, you sleep too, good night."
She was tired.
So, after a while, she fell asleep.
In bed, Quentin's mood was opposite to hers.
He was genuinely moved just now and had a strong desire. When he turned over and pressed on her, he couldn't control himself.
But in his heart, there was a strong voice telling him not to be impulsive or domineering.
This wasn't just for his enjoyment, so he must respect her wishes and get her consent.
So, he asked.
He hoped she would be willing, feeling happy and full of anticipation like him, not forced to comply.
But the result was completely unexpected.
She didn't want to, she was looking for an excuse.
So, even though it was hard for him to endure, he couldn't bear to force her and let her go.
It wasn't until Grace fell asleep, her breathing light, that Quentin let go of her and got up to take a cold shower.
The next day, when Grace woke up, Quentin was no longer in bed.
Seeing the unoccupied side, she breathed a sigh of relief.
While washing up, she looked down and was suddenly stunned by what she saw on her neck.
It was a necklace.
When did she get a necklace around her neck?
Could it be from him?
During breakfast, Quentin was exceptionally gentlemanly and polite, every move exuding elegance.
Whether eating bread or drinking milk, every action was graceful.
Grace kept thinking about the necklace on her neck and finally asked, "Is this necklace from you?"
Hearing this, Quentin looked up.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"It's pretty, but I don't remember when you gave it to me."
"Last night, after you fell asleep, I put it on you myself."
"Didn't I say you don't need to give me gifts or anything?" she replied.
Quentin casually responded, "I couldn't help it. When I saw this necklace, I thought of your good skin and beautiful neck, and I knew it would look great on you, so I bought it."
It was hard to deny that his sweet talk was captivating, leaving people spellbound and yearning for more. That was why she was repeatedly bewitched by him back then.
But even if the necklace was beautiful, she didn't want to accept his gift for nothing.
Taking off the necklace, Grace handed it back to him, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I shouldn't accept such an expensive gift."
"I said you can accept it, so go ahead. It doesn't matter if it's expensive or not, I just want to give it to you. Wear it," Quentin ordered.
Grace was stubborn.
She held out the necklace to him, "It's too expensive. I shouldn't receive a reward without merit, and I don't want to become the kind of person I used to despise."
It only solidified her reputation as a mistress.
So, she didn't want it even more.
"Are you sure you don't want it?" Quentin asked.
"You should give it to someone who needs it. I'm sure someone would appreciate it more than I do."
"What do you mean by that? Grace, explain yourself!"
"For example, your sisters, your mother, or..." She paused, her eyes dimming, "Your fiancée, Caroline."
Mentioning Caroline made Quentin's expression darken.
Sometimes he couldn't understand what was going on in Grace's mind.
Why did she insist that he give the necklace he bought for her to Caroline? Did she want him to give gifts to Caroline?
"Do you really not want it?"
Looking at her, Quentin questioned.
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