Chapter 671Quentin, Please Save Me
He just took one look and was already feeling uneasy.
In a moment of distraction, he almost caused a major accident, but quickly swerved the steering wheel to avoid it.
As he approached the area around the villa, the traffic thinned out, and Quentin immediately sped up.
He drove towards Blue Sky Villa as if it were soaring through the air.
But even so, Grace still felt unbearably hot.
She felt like she couldn't endure it for another minute; every second was torture.
"Quentin, I'm so hot!"
"Help me, please help me."
At that moment, her consciousness was blurry, and she didn't even realize the man in the front seat was Quentin.
She was calling his name purely out of instinct.
The flush on her face grew deeper and deeper.
Finally, they arrived home, and Quentin rushed inside with her in his arms.
Feeling the touch of his skin, especially when pressed against him, Grace immediately felt a bit more comfortable and snuggled closer into his embrace.
At the same time, she softly murmured, "So comfortable."
At that point, even Quentin, as slow as he was, grasped the situation.
"Damn it, someone gave her an aphrodisiac."
When he found out who did it, he would break their legs.
But his immediate priority was to save her.
Once in the bedroom, Quentin lay her on the bed and prepared to find her some clothes.
But Grace suddenly hooked her arms around his neck, refusing to let go.
It was as if she had opened her eyes; the layers of heat tormenting her had muddled her consciousness.
"Quentin, is that you?"
"Don't go, don't leave me."
"I feel so awful, I'm hot. Do you think I'm going to die?"
"Please help me, help me, okay?"
Perhaps because she felt so terrible, Grace rarely showed such a soft and weak side, crying pitifully.
Seeing the tears at the corners of her eyes, Quentin couldn't care about anything else.
Maybe it was impulsive, or maybe he had always wanted to do it.
He lowered his head, his solid body pressing down on her.
Without any hesitation, he captured the lips he had longed for day and night.
Due to the effect of the drug, Grace not only didn't push him away but held him even tighter.
Her body flowed against him like a gentle stream, soft and inviting, an embodiment of allure and sensuality that captivated his every thought.
Even on her most normal days, when she was cold and indifferent to him, he couldn't control himself.
Now she was so charming and alluring.
Quentin felt like he was burning up, his whole body ready to explode.
Several times, he wanted to just follow his instincts.
But in his mind, he kept picturing her the next day, unwilling and heartbroken, crying with tears streaming down her face.
Thinking of that scene made his heart ache.
In the end, logic prevailed over sentiment.
He had said he wanted her to be willing, not forced, and not when she was out of her mind and unable to make decisions.
"Grace, wait a moment, I'll take you to take a bath."
"After the bath, you'll feel better and won't be hot anymore."
Hearing his voice, Grace, in her daze, called out his name in discomfort, "Quentin, I feel so awful. Do you promise?"
"Yes, I promise. But you have to let go of me first."
As if understanding his words, Grace let go of him.
Quentin immediately went to get her pajamas and filled the bathtub with cold water.
Then, he carried Grace to the bathroom.
He placed her into the bathtub.
As soon as she got in, the water overflowed.
Suddenly coming into contact with the cold water, Grace shivered and almost immediately tried to get out.
She cried, accusing Quentin, "Quentin, you lied to me. It's so cold!"
"Grace, it's just a bit cold now. Aren't you hot? Trust me, in a while, you won't feel cold, and you'll feel much better."
"Really?" Grace asked with her eyes closed in discomfort.
"Really, just soak for a few more minutes, okay?"
"Okay!"
A few minutes later, when the heat and burning sensation returned, Grace no longer felt cold.
With the cold water suppressing it, her body felt much better, much more comfortable.
But this method didn't last long.
After just ten minutes, they had to change the water again.
This was already the third tub of water.
But there was no sign of Willie.
Unable to bear it any longer, Quentin called, "Why is it taking so long? How much longer?"
"Mr. Taft, it happened suddenly, and you needed it urgently. I just found someone to get it. I'm on my way." Willie replied.
"You better be here within ten minutes."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Hanging up the phone nervously, Willie rushed over as fast as he could.
The third tub of water in the bathroom was no longer effective for Grace; she still felt unbearably hot.
It was like being in a giant furnace, the heat scorching her.
"Quentin, am I going to die? Am I going to die suddenly?"
Grace lay in the bathtub, crying intermittently.
Her sobs were heart-wrenching.
He knew she was in great pain.
This wasn't an ordinary substance; even a tiny bit could be fatal without an antidote.
And there were only two ways to deal with it.
One was for a man and a woman to have sex;
The other was an antidote, but not just any antidote; it had to be a specially formulated one.
"Grace, I don't want you to wake up with regrets. As long as I'm here, you won't die. Just wait a bit longer. When Willie arrives and you take the medicine, you'll feel better."
He stroked Grace's face, comforting her with heartache.
Grace, seeking a moment of comfort, rubbed her cheek against his hand.
But this was just a drop in the bucket for her.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
She stood up from the bathtub, in her wet clothes, and hugged Quentin.
She lowered her head, her rosy lips landing on his.
Then, she kissed him almost aggressively, urgently, and without any order.
"Grace," Quentin gasped, pushing her away.
"Quentin, don't push me away, okay? I'm in pain."
Quentin was also in pain, holding her face tenderly, "I'm in pain too. Listen to me. Let's hold on a bit longer, okay?"
Grace was already on the verge of collapse; she couldn't take it anymore.
Shaking her head, tears streaming down her face, she cried, "I can't take it anymore, I..."
She cried so heartbreakingly, her sobs coming in gasps.
Especially with her red, swollen eyes, looking so pitiful and heart-wrenching, his reason finally snapped.
Unable to hold back any longer, Quentin cupped her face and kissed her without hesitation.
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