Chapter 689 Quentin Arrives 2
"Whether it's square, round, or flat, I want it."
"I don't want to be that ugly!"
"Alright, you're the most beautiful."
"Lies, I don't believe you. All you men are the same, only liking young and pretty girls."
As soon as she finished speaking, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her.
The room's temperature had already risen, so both of their lips were warm.
Grace didn't know if she missed him too much or had become more indifferent.
This time, she didn't push him away.
Quentin was very pleased with her compliance; his lips and eyes filled with a smile.
In the end, most of the lipstick on Grace's lips had transferred to his.
She pulled out a tissue and handed it to him, "Wipe it off!"
"You wipe it for me!"
He leaned his face closer.
Seeing how shameless he was, Grace had no choice but to gently wipe it off for him.
After wiping off the lipstick, she was about to pull her hand back.
Suddenly, Quentin grabbed her hand. "How have you been these days? Has anyone bullied you?"
"No, everything's been fine."
"That's good. If anything bothers you, you must tell me. I'll have someone take care of it."
"Okay." She nodded.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door again.
After what happened with Mark earlier, Grace immediately tensed up.
Quentin, however, squeezed her hand and reassured her confidently, "Don't worry, it's not Mark."
"Then who is it?"
At that moment, Willie's voice came from outside the door, "Mr. Taft, it's me."
Grace immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Quentin's deep eyes looked over.
In an instant, the air became quiet.
The two of them looked at each other, neither saying a word.
Their hearts both suddenly started beating faster.
"Grace?"
"What is it?"
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Grace looked puzzled.
Quentin curled his lips, "Really, you don't want to kiss me?"
"Didn't you just kiss me?" she replied.
"When I kiss you, it means I miss you, miss you like crazy; only when you kiss me does it mean you miss me too," he said.
Grace didn't know how to respond.
Did she miss him?
She probably did, otherwise, why would she always think of the warmth of his embrace in the middle of the night, think of his dominance?
Otherwise, why would she uncontrollably want to share with him?
But she ultimately didn't want to admit it.
"Alright, if you don't want to, you don't have to. One day, you will."
With that, he pulled her closer to himself and then bent down to place a cherished kiss on her forehead.
"Take care of yourself, I have to go now."
Grace didn't react for a moment.
It wasn't until Quentin's hand was on the doorknob, ready to leave, that she reacted.
"What do you mean? Are you leaving?" she asked.
Quentin smiled warmly, "Yes, I have a flight at ten, I need to go back."
"But didn't you just get here? You're leaving already?"
He nodded, "I suddenly missed you so much, even just seeing you for a moment was enough. Although it was only half an hour, Grace, I'm already very satisfied."
"I'll come to accompany you when I have more free time."
Grace's heart suddenly felt extremely lost.
She felt like Quentin was a gust of wind.
When Quentin came, he said nothing, just came.
She didn't even have time to react.
Just when she had finally adjusted, he was about to leave.
"Is work really that urgent? Do you have to leave tonight?" she asked.
"It's a bit urgent, I have to be back by tomorrow morning."
Grace suddenly went up and grabbed his hand.
"The weather forecast said there would be heavy rain tonight, but it hasn't started yet. I'm worried it will rain when your flight takes off. Why don't you wait until tomorrow when the weather clears up?"
She was worried about him.
And she had to admit, she was even more reluctant to see him go.
He came in a hurry, and now he was leaving in a hurry.
He had only been here for half an hour!
"Worried about me?" he asked.
This time, she didn't hide it and admitted it openly.
"Heavy rain is too dangerous, I don't want anything to happen to you."
She spoke, her voice low and soft.
The worry in her eyes was so obvious.
"Sorry, Grace, next time I'll stay with you for a few more days."
"This matter is very important to me, I have to handle it personally."
Quentin looked at her apologetically.
Knowing she couldn't persuade him to stay, Grace could only nod, "Alright, then be safe and let me know when you arrive."
"Okay."
Quentin turned the doorknob and walked out with his tall and straight figure.
Willie had been waiting outside for a long time.
Seeing Quentin come out, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Willie had been very anxious standing outside, his heart in his throat, and his palms sweating profusely.
He knew Quentin missed Grace a lot.
Quentin and Grace hadn't seen each other for so long; how could he bear to leave?
So he was very afraid that Quentin would get lost in his emotions and suddenly change his mind about leaving.
Now seeing Quentin come out, he finally relaxed.
The two of them walked out together.
Grace thought she might be crazy.
She opened the door and chased after him without a second thought.
She ran down the hallway, her soft voice calling out loudly, "Quentin."
Hearing the call, Quentin's tall figure suddenly froze.
He immediately stopped in his tracks.
Grace ran up to him.
She was out of breath from running, her face flushed like it was painted with rouge.
Her face was red, looking particularly beautiful.
"Is there something else you want to say to me?" Quentin asked.
"Yes."
She nodded and stepped towards him.
Suddenly, she stood on her tiptoes, her slender arms reaching forward, wrapping around Quentin's neck.
Seeing this, Willie immediately turned around and quietly walked away.
"You just said..."
Grace tried several times but couldn't get the words out.
Finally, she simply mustered up the courage.
Closing her eyes, she pulled him down, standing on her tiptoes.
Then she planted a kiss on his lips.
"This is my answer."
After speaking, she didn't dare look into Quentin's eyes.
She turned around and fled back to her room.
In the hallway, Quentin watched her petite figure, his lips gradually curling into a faint smile.
Then, that smile turned into a big, happy, and joyful one.
So, she answered that she missed him too, right?
Closing the door, Grace held her flushed face, feeling hot and warm.
She didn't need to think to know her face must be extremely red.
"Grace, you actually ran up and kissed him? Are you crazy?" She asked inwardly.
Her heart was pounding hard, she felt like she really was crazy.
As soon as she heard he was leaving, she couldn't care about anything else.
Even her actions just now were completely out of control.
Years had gone by, yet she still found herself affected by his every move. Why did she still love him?
Quentin had just reached the corner when suddenly, a dark figure rushed out in front of him.
"Stop!"
A cold voice rang out in the night.
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