Chapter 688 Quentin Arrives 1
"Quentin?"
Grace's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him. "What are you doing here? When did you arrive?"
"What do you think?"
With that, he pressed the switch in the room.
The lights instantly came on.
Their eyes met, and Grace was shocked.
She was utterly surprised.
She never expected Quentin to show up suddenly.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Grace asked after calming down.
"Would you have come to pick me up if I had?"
"At least I would have sent Linda to get you. By the way, how did you know I was staying in this room?"
"I have my ways."
Throughout the period, Quentin's gaze was fixed on the clothes Grace was wearing.
Quentin yanked off her coat and coldly asked, "Whose clothes are these?"
"A kid's. He was worried I'd be cold and kindly gave them to me."
Grace spoke lightly, but Quentin was jealous.
Mark, a grown man, and she called him a kid.
Quentin had just seen Mark give her the coat, and she didn't refuse.
"What kind of kid? A twenty-something?"
Unable to hold back, Quentin asked jealously.
Grace looked at him. "Since you already know, why ask me?"
"I just wanted to hear it from you, to see if you'd lie to me."
"Why would I lie to you? To me, he's just a kid, like a little brother."
Quentin retorted, "Not from the same parents, so what kind of brother?"
"But I just see him as a little brother!"
Hearing this, Quentin felt much better. "Really?"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Grace's heart tightened. Her relationship with Quentin was too sensitive to let others know.
So, she immediately grabbed his arm and whispered, "Don't say anything. Let me see who it is."
At that moment, Mark's voice came from outside.
"Grace, are you there?"
Hearing this, a surge of anger rose within Quentin.
Mark really had some nerve, calling her so intimately after just a few days!
Luckily, he came. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he hadn't.
"Grace."
Seeing that Grace didn't respond, Mark called out again.
"I'm here. What's up?" Grace replied.
"There's a storm tonight, and it's inconvenient to go out for dinner. The crew's food is terrible, so I had someone prepare dinner for you. Open the door, and I'll bring it to you."
Hearing this, Grace felt the atmosphere around her grow even colder.
Quentin's eyes were glaring at her, a clear warning: "Grace, don't you dare."
When there was no response from inside, Mark, worried, raised his voice.
"Grace. Are you okay? Did you catch a cold coming back?"
Just as Grace was about to answer, she was suddenly pulled into a strong embrace.
Quentin was furious. He pressed her against the door.
Grace was trapped, her front against the door, her back to him.
Quentin held her from behind, pressing tightly against her, leaving no space between them.
He wanted to give her a sense of pressure, a stern warning.
Grace felt like she was being tortured.
Biting her lip, she didn't dare say a word of protest, letting him do as he pleased.
Quentin knew Mark was outside and that she wouldn't struggle, so he did it on purpose.
"Mark, thank you for your concern. I'm fine."
"I've been filming all day, and I'm tired. I've already showered and want to rest early."
"You should go back and rest, too."
Grace's refusal pleased Quentin.
Suddenly, Quentin leaned in and gently bit Grace's earlobe.
He alternated between light and heavy bites.
Grace was mortified.
Bastard! He was doing it on purpose.
Outside, Mark was persistent. Instead of leaving, he continued to ask, "Grace, are you really okay?"
"But your voice sounds hoarse. Did you catch a cold?"
Hearing Mark's voice made Quentin even angrier.
So, his actions became more ruthless.
Quentin lowered his head and, as if punishing her, bit her shoulder.
The sudden pain made Grace gasp.
This time, she didn't tolerate it.
She lifted her foot and stomped on Quentin's foot with her high heel.
Quentin cried out in pain, frowning.
Grace's heart was in her throat.
Luckily, the room had good soundproofing, and Quentin's cry was very soft. Otherwise, Mark would have heard it.
"Mark, I really need to rest. Please go back!" Grace reiterated.
"Okay, take care of yourself. If you need anything, let me know."
Hearing Mark's footsteps fade away, Grace finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, she pushed Quentin off her.
"Quentin, are you crazy?" Grace glared at him.
Her shoulder hurt from his bite.
She had to film tomorrow!
Quentin was jealous.
"Grace?" he repeated mockingly, stepping closer.
"What?"
A single question pushed everything to a climax.
"Mark calls you so intimately?" he continued coldly. "What should I call you then?"
Grace replied, "Don't call me that. It's too intimate!"
Quentin's face was like ice. "You know it's intimate? You seemed to enjoy it!"
"How do you see me enjoying it?"
"Why didn't you reject him?"
"How do you know I didn't? I did, but it didn't work."
Scenes flashed through Grace's mind, and she couldn't hold back. "Besides, doesn't Caroline call you Quentin? And you seem to enjoy it."
Hearing this, Quentin's anger dissipated.
"Grace," he looked at her seriously, "are you jealous?"
"Jealous? No way."
Grace couldn't admit it.
"Fine, I'm jealous. From now on, Mark can't call you that."
He held her face tightly.
Grace couldn't help but laugh. "Quentin, be gentle. I think you're squishing my face."
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