Chapter 661 Begging Him
He ultimately rejected her.
Grace lowered her eyes and nodded somewhat disappointedly.
Seeing her expression like a wronged little bunny, Quentin couldn't hold back any longer.
He leaned in, grabbed her chin, and kissed her.
That kiss was like poison; he realized just how much he missed her.
All his longing over the days turned into action, fully venting his emotions.
Grace wrapped her arms around his waist, this time without resistance. She even engaged in the embrace willingly, responding to him with newfound openness and warmth.
At that moment, Quentin's mind imploded.
He had a single thought racing through his head: she reciprocated.
Did that mean she desired his kiss as well?
With one hand holding the back of her head, Quentin kissed her gently and passionately.
Grace clutched his clothes, slightly tilting her head, obediently letting him kiss her.
In the end, both of them lost control a bit.
Their breathing became erratic.
Their tightly pressed skin became hot.
However, logic prevailed over emotion. Quentin cupped her cheeks and spoke gently, "Grace, I really have something to do. I'll make it up to you next time, okay?"
Grace playfully slapped his hand away in mock anger.
"I don't want your compensation. If you have to leave, then go at once!"
Quentin lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Then sleep a bit more. I'll be back when I'm done."
Grace covered herself with the blanket, ignoring him.
It wasn't until the door closed and he left that Grace pulled down the blanket and took a deep breath.
His taste seemed to linger on her lips.
But he was already gone.
Yesterday's words suddenly became very clear in her mind.
So, if she guessed correctly, he went to be with that woman.
She had persuaded herself not to be envious.
Yet, the mere thought of him being with another woman stirred a sense of jealousy within her that she couldn't suppress. For the first time, she had responded to his kiss.
However, it was all irrelevant in the end.
He still walked away from her.'So, Grace, you must wake up and stop having any illusions or expectations about Quentin. Just endure a bit longer. When he gets tired of you, you can leave.' Grace thought to herself.
Then, maybe she could be free.
After several days of turmoil, Helen had a deep sleep last night.
And Quentin, as promised, was there when Helen opened her eyes.
This time, Helen was back to normal.
Her eyes became clear again.
Helen smiled slightly, sat up, and looked at Quentin with guilt, "Quentin, you must have had a hard time. Did I have another episode?"
"No, Helen. To me, you just had pent-up emotions that needed to be released occasionally." Quention comforted her.
"Quentin, you don't have to lie to me. I'm sorry, I've been a burden to you all these years." Helen expressed embarrassment.
Especially seeing the fatigue in Quentin's eyes, she felt even more heartbroken.
Quentin stepped forward, held her hand tightly, and his voice choked with emotion.
"Helen, have you forgotten? When we were kids, Mom was too busy to look after me. You were the one who stayed with me, took care of me. I remember you attended all my parent-teacher conferences."
"In the past, you took care of me; now that I'm grown up, it's my turn to take care of you. In my heart, you will always be my sister. You won't be a laughingstock of the Taft family, nor will you be a burden to me. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." He continued.
Helen, with tears streaming down her face, nodded excitedly, "Good, very good. You've really grown up. You're even starting to protect me. Rest assured, I will actively cooperate with the treatment and strive to recover soon."
Worried about Helen's emotional state, Quentin stayed home for a few more days.
On the third afternoon, he called Grace. "I'll be back tonight."
"Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Grace replied.
"Anything, I'll eat whatever you make," Quentin said.
After hanging up, Grace went to the supermarket to buy groceries and then returned home to prepare the meal.
After a busy few hours, at seven in the evening, her dishes were finally ready.
Quentin arrived home just in time.
This meal made Quentin extremely happy.
Not only was the table full of his favorite dishes, but more importantly, she had cooked them all herself.
Although the taste was far from that of a chef's, he didn't mind and ate with great relish.
Moreover, she kept adding food to his plate.
"Try this, is it good? And this, is it a bit burnt?"
Quentin just focused on eating, occasionally looking up and smiling at her, "Grace, you keep adding food for me. If I get fat, will you dislike me?"
"I won't!" Grace shook her head.
These words made Quentin overjoyed.
In that moment, he felt as though all the weariness of the past days had vanished.
Filled with joy, that night after showering, Quentin pressed Grace beneath him. He kissed her softly, his kisses raining down on her lips, earlobes, neck, and almost every inch of her skin. The indoor lights were warm and flickering, exceptionally gentle.
Not glaring, yet not too dim.
Everything was just right.
Quentin's body was scorching, and Grace didn't refuse, letting him continue.
"Grace, is it okay?" His red eyes were filled with desperation as he fought to control the impulse in his heart, gently asking her. Grace reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, her voice soft and fragrant, "Quentin, can I ask you for something?"
"What is it? Are you asking me on purpose at this moment?"
Quentin smiled, lowering his head to nibble on her earlobe.
She gently pushed him away, her voice soft and coquettish, "Acting is my dream. I want to do what I love in the film industry. Can you let me return to acting?"
As soon as she mentioned this, the room fell silent.
Quentin let go of her and then lay down beside her.
For a long time, he didn't say anything.
His expression turned ugly and serious.
The room was exceptionally quiet.
Grace pulled the blanket over herself.
Suddenly, Quentin leaned over, his eyes staring at her deeply, "So, you cooked for me twice, responded to me, kissed me, and even agreed to make love with me, all to get me to agree to let you return to acting. In your heart, all of this is just a transaction, right?"
Grace bit her lip, unable to speak.
"But isn't this what you wanted?" she asked.
Quentin's eyes filled with a storm of madness.
"Yeah, this is what I wanted. I'm a man, not a saint. I want to have you. But Grace, I want you willingly, not in this way, and not as a transaction."
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