Chapter 656 Quentin's Choice
Caroline's voice was not quiet, so Grace heard it clearly.
For a moment, Grace stood frozen, unsure whether to move forward or backward. She lifted her head, her clear and bright eyes looking straight at Quentin.
Perhaps, Grace always harbored a flicker of hope in her heart, which was why she didn't take it off immediately.
As Grace looked over, Quentin met her eyes.
His eyes were deep and inscrutable, yet he simply gazed at Grace in silence.
Not getting a response for a long time, Caroline grew a bit impatient.
So she hooked Quentin's arm and coquettishly said, "Quentin, buy it for me, I like that dress."
"You can't buy it yourself, can you?" His tone was as indifferent as ever.
Perhaps Caroline was accustomed to it; she didn't mind at all. Instead, she continued to smile and playfully flirt, "How can it be the same? If you buy it for me, it's a surprise and a sign of affection. I'll even have sweeter dreams at night."
Grace clenched her hands, took a deep breath, and forced herself to look elsewhere.
She didn't dare to watch them flirt in front of her.
Every scene was very painful.
Grace's eyes felt hot and stinging.
But she told herself it was no big deal.
She would see this scene eventually, but today it just came a bit early.
Maybe because Caroline had worn him down, Quentin relaxed his attitude and nodded, "Okay, I'll buy it for you."
"Really? Quentin, you're the best."
Feeling happy, Caroline leaned over and suddenly kissed him on the cheek.
The whole process was too fast, and Quentin didn't expect it at all.
By the time he reacted and wanted to refuse, it was too late.
Grace had tried her best not to look, but this scene fell clearly into her eyes.
At that moment, Grace seemed to have only one thought in her mind: Caroline kissed him, and he didn't refuse.
How ironic!
Quentin had no interest in dealing with Caroline.
He was worn out by Caroline's noise and wanted to get rid of her quickly, so he agreed.
And when he turned to look, Grace was standing there like a statue.
Grace did not react, but had the whole time.
When Caroline asked for the clothes Grace was wearing, Grace didn't refuse.
Even when Caroline kissed his cheek, Grace was indifferent, as if she hadn't seen it.
'Grace, am I so unimportant to you?'
'Even if Caroline kisses me, you don't care, right?'
The more Quentin thought about it, the more he felt blocked up inside.
During those days on the business trip, he was almost crazy thinking about Grace.
But Grace didn't miss him at all.
Even now, Grace just watched Caroline do whatever she wanted to him, completely indifferent.
Quentin clenched his fists, his expression even colder.
No one looked at anyone.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense, and the sales assistant nearby found herself in a dilemma.
Because there was only one dress, and Caroline was a regular customer of their store, they couldn't offend her.
But Grace was brought in by Quentin himself, and they didn't dare to offend her either.
So after thinking it over, they finally left the decision to Quentin.
"Mr. Taft, here's the thing: there's only one dress left. Which lady do you think looks better in it?"
This time, Grace didn't passively wait for an answer.
Grace took the initiative to speak, "Since Ms. Stewart likes it, I won't take it from her."
With that, Grace went to the fitting room to change out of the dress.
Then she put on her sunglasses, feeling more secure in her disguise.
Fortunately, she had dressed quite carefully just now and wasn't recognized, otherwise, it would have been even more embarrassing.
As soon as Grace came out after changing, she heard Caroline ask, "Quentin, who is she? Did you bring her to buy clothes too?"
Quentin nodded and replied indifferently, "The company's secretary has an important event to attend, so I brought her to get some suitable clothes."
"I see." Caroline smiled, "I thought you were seeing another woman behind my back!"
Quentin put his hands in his pockets, his gaze cold, without responding.
Grace's face was pale, without a trace of blood.
To him, Grace was just a secretary.
Indeed, saying "secretary" sounds better than saying "mistress."
Thinking this way, Grace felt she should be honored and satisfied.
On the other side, Caroline was happy because she got the dress.
So Caroline affectionately hooked Quentin's arm, her voice even softer, "Quentin, thank you!"
"By the way, your secretary is quite sensible, giving the dress to me."
Quentin responded unhappily, "Yeah, she is quite sensible."
"By the way, Quentin, let me remind you, my birthday party is in ten days, as my fiancé, you must attend in person."
"No matter how busy you are that day, or what reason you have, you must come to celebrate my birthday, got it?"
Quentin didn't shake his head.
Caroline immediately seized the opportunity, "Alright, you didn't refuse, so you agreed."
"I'll be waiting for you at the birthday party!"
On the way back, the car was extremely quiet.
Neither of them spoke.
The driver in the front seat could feel the coldness and anger emanating from both of them.
So he was very careful the whole time, not daring to speak or even breathe heavily.
Suddenly, there was a sharp brake.
Grace suddenly fell towards Quentin.
Especially in that position, it was quite sensitive.
Her face immediately turned red, and she propped herself up on the sofa, trying to get up and quickly move away from him.
But just as she was about to get up, the driver braked sharply again, and her head fell towards him once more.
So embarrassing!
The third time, she finally moved away from him, and Grace sensibly moved herself to the other side of the back seat.
Grace's small body curled up in the corner.
She didn't speak, just quietly looked out the window.
At that moment, the bright lights and neon signs seemed so dreamy, not real at all.
The whole time, neither of them paid attention to each other.
When getting out of the car, Quentin opened the door with a yank.
He walked so fast, like a gust of wind, that he instantly left her behind.
Grace was about to call out to him and catch up with his pace.
But just as she made a sound, he was already far away.
Looking at her swollen ankle from wearing high heels, she sighed and slowly walked back.
After all, she was the one who should be upset.
She was so magnanimous, not holding a grudge, yet he was angry.
Knowing Caroline liked that dress and he was in a difficult position, she didn't say a word and just gave it up.
Even when he defined her as a secretary, she didn't refute, just obediently accepted it.
But even so, he was not satisfied.
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