Chapter 687 Quentin Got Jealous 2
"Sorry, Linda, I didn't mean to bring up something sad for you," Grace explained.
"It's okay, it's all in the past. I've moved on."
"Today's shoot is over, so I won't be staying with you. You should get some rest."
With that, Linda left.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Grace thought Linda had forgotten something and came back to get it, so she didn't think much and opened the door immediately.
However, when Grace saw Mark leaning casually against the door frame with a gentle smile, she immediately felt unsettled.
"What are you doing here?"
"I remembered that Grace owes me something."
"What is it?"
"Don't you remember that I saved you?"
Grace looked at him seriously and said word by word, "Mark, I sincerely thank you here. Thank you for helping me."
As soon as she finished speaking, he started pulling her outside.
"Mark, where are you taking me?"
He blinked innocently at her, "To have hot pot. An apology can't just be words. It's not too much to ask you to have a meal with me, right?"
"When did I agree to this?"
"Agreeing now isn't too late."
Grace fell silent.
"The hot pot place is too far. I don't want to go." She started making excuses.
"It's not far, Grace. I promise you'll get a good night's sleep after the hot pot."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white car slowly drove up in the night.
As it got closer, Grace realized it was a large RV.
The next moment, the RV door slid open, and a person inside respectfully said, "Mr. Stoll, your dinner is ready and can be enjoyed at any time."
Inside, when she saw the steaming hot pot broth and various dishes, Grace was genuinely stunned.
"It's not far at all, right? This is from your favorite place. Try it and see if it tastes good."
Grace was taken aback. "How did you know which hot pot place I like?"
"That's not for you to worry about. I just know."
During the meal, Mark took several photos.
Then he saved the photos on his phone.
Quentin had been extremely busy these days.
After attending a cocktail party, he ran into an old acquaintance as he was about to leave and went over to say hello.
"Drinking alone?"
Quentin poured himself a drink and sat on the sofa, sipping it.
Kenneth was lounging lazily on the sofa.
Kenneth chuckled, "Didn't expect to see you, the busy man, here."
"Aren't you busy?" Quentin raised an eyebrow.
They both laughed.
After chatting for a few minutes, the conversation turned to Mark.
"How are things between you and Mark lately? Have you improved?" Quentin asked.
Kenneth took a sip of his drink and asked with interest, "That's strange. Why are you suddenly interested in him?"
"We ran into each other recently."
Kenneth sighed, "Then you're luckier than I. I haven't seen him in half a year. I just got back from a flight a few days ago, and he went to the set to shoot."
"And I heard he took a supporting role this time. What? You didn't know?"
Quentin looked at him, puzzled. He raised an eyebrow, "Should I have known?"
Kenneth laughed, "I heard Grace is back. Knowing you, would you let her go?"
"Isn't her new show in the same crew as Mark?" Quentin asked.
As soon as he said that, Kenneth realized something was off. "So you really didn't know?"
"I'm leaving!"
Quentin downed his drink in one gulp and left in big strides.
As he walked out, his expression was terrifyingly dark.
'Mark, you're bold.' Quentin thought angrily.
He thought Mark was just talking, but he didn't expect him to actually dare to compete with him for Grace.
Grace's scenes were scheduled for the afternoon and evening of the next day.
So she rarely got to sleep in.
When she got up, she felt her skin was much softer, smoother, and bouncier.
Even the makeup artist praised her skin.
Today's outfit was a dark green dress with a fox fur shawl.
Because of her good figure and skin, everyone couldn't help but praise her as soon as she was dressed.
"Wow, Grace, you look stunning."
"With your looks, I believe you'll have a place in the entertainment industry within half a year."
Even Linda couldn't help but praise her.
The makeup artist and costume designer were full of compliments.
In the end, Grace herself felt a bit embarrassed.
Just as she was ready, the director's assistant came with a message, "Grace, you're up next. Mr. Krueger asksyou to get ready."
"Okay."
As soon as Grace stepped outside, a cold wind hit her.
The biting cold was pervasive.
Grace's hands, which had just been warm, were now cold from the wind.
"It's really cold today!" Linda, walking beside her in a coat, couldn't help but rub her hands.
Grace's cheeks turned red from the cold.
Although she was wearing a fox fur shawl, it was more decorative than warm.
Her dress was just a thin layer, and it had a slit at the leg.
With each step, the cold wind hit her skin and penetrated her bones.
However, even so, Grace stood tall and maintained her good posture.
When Elton saw Grace, he quickly said, "Hurry, let's start. Your rosy cheeks look just like blush, very beautiful."
Inside, the temperature rose significantly.
But everyone was still cold.
However, once they got into the acting state, they forgot about the cold.
After the last scene, they even felt a bit warm.
"Good, very good."
"It's too cold today, and there's a storm tonight. Let's wrap up early so everyone can go home and rest."
With Elton's order, the last scene ended.
As soon as it ended, George immediately brought over a down jacket.
Mark took it and handed it to Grace, "Wrap up and go back quickly, don't catch a cold."
"What about you?"
"I have another one," he said.
Grace felt unsuitable, but Mark insisted, "If you don't wear it, I'll throw it away."
"Mark, why are you so childish?" She was both amused and exasperated.
"Didn't you say I'm a kid? Kids are childish."
Grace suddenly felt at a loss for words.
As she turned to leave, wearing the jacket, she couldn't shake the feeling that a sharp gaze was piercing her.
But after looking around, she saw nothing.
Maybe she was overthinking it!
Wrapped in the jacket, she ran back to her room.
As she pushed the door open and reached to turn on the light.
Suddenly, she was pulled into a strong embrace.
Then Quentin's sharp voice sounded, "Grace, how dare you wear another man's clothes?"
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