Chapter 657 Angry
Under the neon lights, Quentin's silhouette was exceptionally swift, seeming to disappear in no time. In the end, only a vague outline of Quentin remained, prompting her decision not to chase after him.
Inside the villa's entrance, there was a musical fountain, currently spraying colorful water that rose and fell with the rhythm of the music.
Grace walked over and found a place to sit down.
Listening to the music for a while, her mood improved significantly, and she felt much more at ease.
On the other side, Quentin in the living room was getting increasingly angry.
When he entered, he kept thinking that as long as she followed him, begged for forgiveness, and acted cute, he would let everything go and forgive her.
But Grace did nothing, not even bothering to chase after him.
Unlike Caroline, who would have apologized, acted cute, and tried to please him.
But Grace was stubborn and never yielded.
Yet, he was deeply attracted to her.
He remembered that Grace used to love being cute, especially hugging his neck and using a half-commanding tone to act spoiled or control him.
"Quentin, you can't smoke anymore. The smell of smoke on you makes me uncomfortable. Next time, if you smell like smoke, don't hug me."
"Quentin, my dear Quentin, this dress isn't revealing. It's a very important event, I promise to wear it just for a little while, and I'll be very careful the whole time, making sure no men will ogle me."
"Alright, don't be mad. Just let me wear it for a bit!"
Sometimes, Grace wouldn't say anything.
She just liked to hug him, snuggling in his arms like a soft little kitten, letting him touch and hold her while he worked.
She was incredibly obedient.
Other times, she was adorably fierce.
She loved climbing onto him, either deliberately pulling at his newly grown stubble or biting his chin, teasing him in various ways.
When he got interested, she would smile and then walk away.
There were so many memories he dared not think about. But now, reflecting on it, he realized they had shared so many moments in the past.
Whether she was acting cute, being fierce, or being obedient and adorable, he was deeply infatuated with her.
But now, she seemed frighteningly clear-headed.
When they met again, she was always so calm and indifferent.
She no longer acted cute with him; no longer called his name affectionately; no longer hugged his arm; no longer snuggled into his arms to find the most comfortable position to sleep.
Everything was gone.
Sometimes, he even felt that the Grace in front of him was fake.
"Where's Grace?"
In the living room, Quentin stopped and asked.
The servant could tell he was in a bad mood, so they answered nervously. "Mr. Taft, Ms. Morgan is by the fountain."
With a cold laugh, he became even more displeased.
He was feeling so miserable, yet Grace was out there enjoying the fountain without a care.
It seemed she was in a very good mood.
This was the first time Grace and Caroline met, and unexpectedly, Grace was so nonchalant about it.
Unwilling to humble himself to find her, Quentin waited alone in the living room.
But no matter how long he waited, she didn't come.
In the end, he went out to find her.
Grace was sitting by the fountain, the breeze lifting her long curly hair. In the sunlight, she looked exceptionally beautiful.
"Why aren't you going inside?" Quentin asked with a stern expression, not a hint of a smile.
"I was just getting some fresh air, I'll go in now."
With that, they walked into the house side by side.
Just as they reached the living room, Quentin's phone rang.
After a few words, he looked at Grace, "There's something at the company, I might be back very late tonight. Don't wait up for me."
"Okay." Grace maintained an indifferent attitude.
Quentin felt a surge of frustration with no outlet.
Her indifference made him feel like there were thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.
But no matter what he said or did, it felt like punching cotton, having no effect at all.
Quentin left and was gone for about ten hours.
Grace remained quiet, had lunch by herself, and took a nap.
Then she got up to read the script.
Elijah had already confirmed her role and sent the script.
Although she hadn't officially joined the crew, she needed to study the script, carefully understand the character's actions, expressions, and psychology.
She aimed to thoroughly research the role and perform it well.
After all, Grace hadn't acted in years, so she was inevitably a bit rusty.
This was her first role after returning to the entertainment industry, so she had to give it her all and perform it well.
Only then could she secure more roles in the future.
Although it was a small production, the script was excellent, with compelling characters.
No wonder it was aiming for various awards.
Reading the script, she became fully immersed, feeling energized and radiating a dazzling light.
Unknowingly, it was already eight in the evening.
Since it was late, she only had some fruit and then went to exercise.
When she wasn't acting, she was too lazy to exercise.
Even when she needed to lose weight, she preferred dieting over exercising.
But this role required her to train first; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to keep up with the training once she officially joined the crew.
After working out, she was sweaty and sticky, feeling very uncomfortable.
So, she immediately went back to her room to take a shower.
But as soon as she opened the bedroom door, she heard the sound of water from the bathroom.
Through the frosted glass, she saw a familiar, tall silhouette.
She knew right away who it was.
Grabbing her pajamas, she waited on the side.
When Quentin finished his shower and came out, Grace walked over.
As soon as she got in front of him, she froze.
He was only wearing one piece of clothing, his upper body bare, with strong, tempting muscles.
Especially the water droplets flowing down his defined lines into his sexy V-line.
Her eyes almost followed the trail down.
Suddenly realizing, she quickly looked up, then averted her gaze.
Clutching her pajamas tightly, she interpreted, "I just finished working out, so... I'm going to take a shower."
With that, she was about to rush into the bathroom.
But after taking a few steps, Quentin suddenly grabbed her.
With just a bit of force, she stumbled back into his firm abs.
"Aren't you going to ask why I'm back now?"
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