Chapter 674 Compromise 1
His explanation, word by word.
So serious, so certain.
Grace admitted that her heart softened.
But she had believed him too many times, and each time it only brought disappointment and heartbreak.
This time, she was truly scared.
She didn't dare to believe anymore.
"Quentin, do you think I'm easy to fool?" Grace looked at him, her voice very low.
This time, she was very calm, neither sad nor hysterical.
She just looked at him seriously, wanting an answer.
"I used to believe in you many times, without hesitation, trusting you completely, but you..."
Her voice choked a bit, and she continued, "You let me down again and again."
"This time, I don't know if I can trust you anymore."
Quentin didn't speak, just held her quietly.
Time passed exceptionally slowly, and the bright sunlight fell on both of them.
Neither of them spoke again.
After a long time, Quentin slowly let her go.
He looked at her, his gaze gentle and sad.
His thin lips parted slightly, as if he had something to say to her.
But in the end, he just looked at her tenderly, saying nothing.
Grace rested at home for a few days, with all arrangements in place.
Her diet was specially prepared, all nutritionally balanced.
Quentin seemed very busy, leaving early and returning late.
Often, when she just woke up in the morning, he had already left.
At night, when she was already asleep, he hadn't come back yet.
But in the middle of the night, in a daze, there were always arms holding her, circling her waist, gently kissing her forehead.
Some issues, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding of.
No one brought them up again.
Because director Elijah's film was about to start shooting, Grace had been reading the script.
She read it very seriously, going through the entire script many times.
Not only did she carefully study the third female lead she was to play, making notes and rehearsing repeatedly,
She also analyzed all the other characters in the script.
For this film, she had put in a tremendous amount of effort.
A few days ago, Elijah called, saying they would start filming in a week.
She hesitated for a few days, wondering whether to tell Quentin about it.
Later, she decided to tell him.
If he disagreed or reacted strongly, even if she joined the crew, she wouldn't be able to act well.
So that day, she didn't go to sleep after taking a bath.
She deliberately sat on the sofa reading the script, waiting for him to come back.
She wanted to talk to him about it and get his approval.
But she waited as the clock ticked past nine, ten, eleven, and he hadn't come back.
Eventually, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and almost fell asleep.
Several times, the script fell from her hands as she dozed off.
Then she woke up, picked up the script, and continued waiting for him.
She waited until almost one o'clock.
But she fell asleep on the sofa, holding the script in one hand and resting her head on the other.
When Quentin opened the door, this was the scene he saw.
She had already taken a bath and was wearing a white gauze dress with lace trim, looking gentle and cute.
Her skin was good, and she really suited white clothes.
Even a simple T-shirt looked different on her.
This nightdress even more so, making her look petite yet radiant.
Although the nightdress was loose, it wrapped around her delicate body, making her look especially sexy.
Quentin's throat tightened, and his gaze heated up.
But what made him happiest was that she hadn't gone to bed alone tonight.
The way she looked now was waiting for someone.
So, was she waiting for him to come back?
Thinking of this, Quentin couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, and all the fatigue and hardship of the past few days seemed to vanish.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that everything was worth it.
He lightened his steps and went into the bathroom.
When he came out after taking a bath, Grace was still sound asleep.
But she had changed her position, her head resting on the sofa, her sleeping posture serene and gentle.
Looking at her, Quentin suddenly felt a sense of peace and contentment.
In that moment, he seemed to have thought about his whole life.
He just wanted her to stay by his side forever.
Bending down, he picked up Grace, intending to put her on the bed.
But as soon as he held her, she moved slightly and gently opened her eyes.
Seeing Quentin's familiar face, she rubbed her sleepy eyes.
Her voice was particularly pleasant. "You're back?"
"Yes, I just finished taking a bath." He replied.
She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already one in the morning. "Why did you come back so late?"
"Were you waiting for me?" Quentin asked.
"Yes." She nodded.
"I've been busy these days, probably coming back very late. If you're tired, just go to sleep by yourself, no need to wait for me."
After saying that, he added, "But no matter how late, I will come back."
Quentin placed her on the bed and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.
The bedroom instantly fell into darkness.
But the curtains were not drawn, so the white moonlight shone through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a faint, hazy glow.
The room didn't seem dark at all; instead, it had a very atmospheric feel.
"Quentin, I have something to tell you." In the quiet night, Grace's voice came softly.
"Sleep, we'll talk tomorrow." Actually, he already guessed what it was. But he hadn't made up his mind yet.
"But I want to..."
Grace's words were cut off by him. "It's too late today. Let's sleep first and talk in the morning, okay?"
With that, his long arm pulled her into his embrace.
"Alright."
With the previous sleepiness, Grace quickly fell asleep, but Quentin couldn't sleep for a long time.
He knew what she wanted to say.
These days, although he was very busy, working at the company during the day and visiting Helen in the hospital at night, staying with her.
But he had people reporting on Grace's activities at home, what she ate, what she did every day.
After her body recovered, she put almost all her energy into the script.
It seemed she really wanted to try her luck in the entertainment industry again.
But he didn't want her to be tainted by the various open and hidden struggles in the entertainment industry.
Besides, acting involved working day and night, sometimes staying up all night; it was extremely exhausting.
In the past, she acted to make money.
But his wealth could completely support her; she didn't need to work so hard.
A breeze blew in, messing up the strands of hair on her forehead.
Quentin's long fingers gently smoothed them out.
Finally, his gaze lingered on her soft cheeks, not moving away for a long time.
"Do you really like acting that much?"
Even though he knew there would be no answer, he still asked.
"Fool, you don't have to work so hard, you know? As long as you ask, I'll give you anything you want."
He didn't want her to work hard for money at all.
But what could he do?
Grace liked it, she was determined to continue acting.
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