Chapter 678 Romance in the Snow 1
Quentin held her hand as they walked out and asked, "Why did you suddenly bring this up?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you remember," Grace replied.
He nodded, "Of course, that charity gala, our first meeting. You wore a red dress and spilled wine all over me."
Grace smiled without saying anything.
He really didn't remember.
Well, it had been a long time.
Back then, she was covered in blood, barely alive. No one would have connected her to the radiant star she later became on stage.
Mentioning that gala, Grace suddenly got interested.
"Have you ever thought that maybe it wasn't an accident, but I did it on purpose?"
Quentin squeezed her soft finger and asked, "Have you ever thought that maybe I knew everything but let you bump into me?"
Grace looked up in disbelief.
Quentin smiled but didn't elaborate.
They reached the door, and as soon as it opened, a gust of cold wind blew in.
Grace shivered and shrank back from the cold.
The wind wildly tousled her hair.
Snowflakes were swirling all around.
As they walked, the snow was already ankle-deep.
The next moment, she felt warmth as Quentin draped his coat over her.
In the vast snow, she looked delicate and petite.
Quentin held her hand, walking through the thick, soft snow.
Though it was nighttime, the heavy snow made the street exceptionally bright.
With the streetlights on both sides, everything had a dreamy, hazy beauty.
It was very quiet, almost no sound at all.
Only the crunching of snow under their feet could be heard.
As if by tacit agreement, neither of them spoke.
Until a ringing phone broke the silence.
Quentin glanced at it and hung up without hesitation.
But the caller was persistent, and the phone kept ringing.
"If you have something urgent or need to work, I can go back by myself," Grace said.
"It's not work-related," Quentin replied.
"Okay."
Just as she nodded, he added, "It's Caroline calling. Do you want me to answer?"
A few minutes later, Quentin answered the call.
Caroline's excited voice immediately came through, "Quentin, you finally answered! I'm sorry, are you busy with work? I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Do you need something?" He lacked patience gradually.
Caroline looked out at the snowy scene and expressed excitedly, "It's snowing, the first snow of the year. They say if you ride a Ferris wheel with your loved one during the first snow and make a wish at the top, you'll be together forever."
"Shall we go?" Caroline was full of anticipation.
Quentin calmly replied, "That's just a story to fool little girls. If wishes worked, everyone would do it."
"Can't you spare a little time for me? I know you're busy, but just an hour, Quentin." Caroline pleaded.
"I really don't have time for you," Quentin refused bluntly.
Then he hung up.
He had to be decisive, or Caroline would keep calling.
After hanging up, Quentin texted Willie: [Find the nearest Ferris wheel for me.]
[Mr. Taft, are you going to ride a Ferris wheel? You usually don't like those.] Willie responded.
Quentin: [Just find it, no more questions.]
Willie was helpless.
Two minutes later, Willie sent a location.
Willie: [Mr. Taft, you're in luck. The nearest Ferris wheel is only twenty minutes away.]
Quentin: [Good, now prepare...]
Putting away his phone, Quentin continued walking with Grace.
They walked for nearly ten minutes.
Grace finally asked, puzzled, "Didn't you drive? Are we walking back?"
"I had the driver run an errand. No rush, let's walk a bit. You said you were cold, walking will warm you up." He replied.
"But I'm getting tired," Grace said.
She didn't realize her tone and expression were quite coquettish.
Quentin took two steps forward, stopped in front of her, and bent down. "Hop on, I'll carry you."
Grace was stunned. "What did you say?"
"You said you're tired, I'll carry you." He said.
"No need, I can walk." Grace rejected.
His sudden concern and affection made her nervous and confused.
While she was dazed, he grabbed her hands and lifted her onto his back.
He was very warm. His back was broad and gave a sense of security.
For several minutes, Grace didn't react.
He carried her like that.
They passed through alleys and crossed traffic lights.
It was winter, and they were both wearing thick clothes.
Even with his strength, he started to sweat after a while.
"Put me down!" she said.
"No, it's rare to carry you," Quentin refused without thinking.
"I'm wearing a lot, you must be tired."
"It's worth it," he said.
When Quentin finally stopped at the amusement park entrance, Grace came back to her senses.
"Why are we here?"
"You'll see."
Inside, Quentin pointed to the Ferris wheel, "Want to ride?"
Before Grace could answer, he was already leading her over.
As the Ferris wheel slowly rose, Grace felt a bit dazed.
It was like a dream; Quentin had actually brought her to ride a Ferris wheel.
It was so unexpected.
When they were together before, he was always self-centered and domineering.
As for romance, he never knew how to arrange it.
When the Ferris wheel reached the top, Quentin suddenly hugged her and softly claimed,
"Grace, they say you must be with your loved one during the first snow."
"If you make a wish at the top of the Ferris wheel, you'll be together forever."
"Did we make it?"
Grace felt touched and amused.
"When did you start believing in this?"
He said, "I never did."
But then he firmly added, "But I believe in everything beautiful related to you."
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