Chapter 672 Explanation 1
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Sanity returned, and Quentin let go of Grace, quickly rushing to the door.
The door opened, and Willie was visibly startled when he saw Quentin drenched from head to toe.
But quickly, Willie regained his composure.
He said seriously, "Mr. Taft, your medicine."
"Okay."
As soon as the words were out, the door closed.
Rushing into the bathroom, he immediately helped Grace up to give her the medicine.
But as soon as Grace saw the white pill in his hand, she resisted, refusing to take it.
Quentin could only hold her, coaxing softly, "Grace, open your mouth, take the medicine, and you'll feel better."
"Really?" Grace's eyes were filled with tears as, looked at him with extreme grief.
Because of the torment her body was going through, she was in unbearable pain.
"I promise, once you take the medicine, you'll feel better. Open your mouth, okay?"
Only then did Grace obediently open her mouth.
Quentin immediately took the opportunity to feed her the medicine.
After giving her the medicine, he quickly lifted Grace out of the bathtub.
He changed into clean clothes himself first, then, with great willpower, dressed her in pajamas.
Finally, he carried her to the bed and tucked her in.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
She had taken the medicine; her condition should gradually improve.
After all the fuss, he was now extremely thirsty.
He turned around, ready to get a drink of water.
But his hand was tightly grasped by her, and just as he pulled his hand out of her grip.
Suddenly, Grace grabbed him.
Her small face rested on his arm, pouting, looking at him with dissatisfaction.
"You lied to me! You said I'd feel better after taking the medicine, but I still feel awful."
Seeing that she could argue with him, Quentin was truly relieved.
It seemed the medicine was working, but it would take some time for all the physical reactions to subside.
"Silly girl, the medicine takes a little time to work. Take a nap, I promise, when you wake up, you won't feel bad anymore."
Grace let go of him and curled up in the blanket to sleep.
After a whole night of turmoil, she was exhausted.
So she quickly fell asleep.
When Quentin finished drinking water and came back, she was sleeping soundly.
Her face looked serene and beautiful under the silver moonlight.
Her long eyelashes were like little fans, making him want to touch them.
"Goodnight!"
Bending down, he placed a light kiss on Grace's forehead.
Grace slept for a very long time.
When she woke up, she felt her body aching terribly, and she was extremely weak.
What had happened?
Her head hurt a bit, and she immediately pounded it with her fist.
Then suddenly, all the memories came flooding back.
She remembered that yesterday was Caroline's birthday.
Originally, Quentin had promised to accompany her, but he left her at the last minute to celebrate Caroline's birthday.
She felt heartbroken, sad, and disappointed. When she ran into Cindy, she was dragged into a private room.
She had some drinks, and in the end, Caleb tried to take advantage of her.
But she remembered, after running out of the private room, the person she met seemed to be...
After thinking for a while, Grace finally recalled.
The person who kindly saved her was Mark!
How did she wake up here?
Could it be that Quentin came in the end?
Grace's mind was a mess, feeling like too much had happened in one night, and she couldn't make sense of it all.
Just as she looked up, she suddenly saw Quentin standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, standing tall and straight.
That silhouette, just a glance, and she knew it was Quentin.
He stood straight, arms crossed, and even from a distance, she could feel the terrifying aura emanating from him.
Cold as ice, extremely chilling.
He was definitely angry.
Grace turned her face away, not wanting to look at him, suddenly feeling extremely wronged.
Why was he angry? She was the one who should be angry.
Yesterday, he had promised to accompany her. She hadn't held out any hope from the beginning.
But when he stated he wouldn't go to Caroline's birthday party and planned to take her out to dinner, she wavered and believed him.
But he left her alone to attend Caroline's birthday party, showing off their affection in front of everyone.
He didn't even call her once.
If he hadn't broken his promise, she wouldn't have run into Cindy.
Then none of the subsequent events would have happened.
Thinking about the scene in the private room, she still felt a lingering fear.
Luckily, she escaped; otherwise, she couldn't imagine the consequences.
In her heart, she was truly hurt.
If she had been violated by such a disgusting person, she would never be happy again.
Thinking of this, she sat on the bed with her knees up, hugging her legs in discomfort.
She rested her head on her knees, silently.
When Quentin turned around, this was the scene he saw.
Taking long strides, he immediately walked over eagerly.
Seeing that she was awake but preferred to stay alone, not talking to him, not even calling him, he felt somewhat displeased.
So his tone inevitably became heavier, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"
Grace still rested her head on her knees, not wanting to talk to him.
"Don't want to see me?" he asked again.
But she remained silent, not even looking at him throughout the brief period.
Quentin tried hard to suppress the anger in his chest, speaking with restraint, "Talk to me. Grace, I want you to talk to me."
He intensified his tone, and only then did Grace lift her head, giving him a cold glance.
"What do you want me to say? Thank you for not touching me. Or thank you for saving my life?" She retorted.
Quentin's hand raised and lowered, lowered and raised again.
He looked completely flustered and at a loss.
If he hadn't been desperately controlling himself, he would have already reached out to pull her up.
In the end, he held back, his voice full of worry and urgency.
"Why was your phone off? Did you ever think about what would have happened if I hadn't arrived in time?"
As he spoke, Quentin's voice trembled.
Thinking about what happened yesterday, he still felt a lingering fear.
If he hadn't arrived in time to save her.
Closing his eyes, he clenched his fists.
He didn't even dare to think about what could have happened next.
"And what about you?" Grace looked up at him. "Do you know how I felt when I saw you celebrating Caroline's birthday?"
"Do you know how I felt waiting for an hour without a single call from you?"
"Quentin, is it that only you are allowed to be angry, and I must obediently listen to you, without a soul, without resistance?" She questioned in one breath.
Grace felt much more relieved.
To her surprise, Quentin not only didn't get angry, but his expression softened.
His tone also became much gentler, "So you're angry because I went to celebrate Caroline's birthday?"
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