Chapter 711 Quentin is Here
Grace and Linda had already made a plan.
Tomorrow morning, they would expose all of Marlon's misdeeds.
Before that, to avoid being surrounded by Beth's people, they specifically chose a different hotel to stay in.
10 PM.
Grace was sleeping lightly.
Half-asleep, Grace suddenly heard the door being opened.
Because Marlon had broken into her room before, she was especially scared and cautious.
She reached out, dragged the base of the bedside lamp under the covers, and then covered her head with the blanket, pretending to be asleep.
She was just waiting for someone to come in so she could take action.
Catching them off guard, she should be able to win in one move.
As the footsteps got closer, Grace became more excited but also more scared.
Just as the footsteps stopped by the bed and a hand fell on her blanket.
Grace suddenly threw off the blanket and raised the lamp base, shouting, "Dare to come in, see if I don't..."
However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.
A very familiar voice sounded, "It's me."
Immediately, Quentin turned on the switch, and the whole room lit up.
Grace was stunned, her eyes wide open, completely incredulous as she looked at Quentin standing in front of her.
"Quentin, why is it you?"
"Who else did you think it was?"
"I thought..." Grace originally wanted to say that she thought it was Marlon coming for revenge.
But afraid of misunderstanding, Grace changed her words, "I thought it was a ghost! The atmosphere just now was really scary."
Quentin raised an eyebrow, "A ghost as handsome as me?"
Grace pouted.
They hadn't seen each other for a while, and Quentin was as narcissistic as ever.
"And what did you say you wanted to do just now? Kill me?" he asked again.
Grace quickly denied, "No, you must have heard wrong."
"How long are you planning to hold that lamp?"
"I'll put it down right now."
Awkwardly putting down the lamp, Grace looked at him and apologized, "You can't blame me, you didn't say you were coming. In the late night, the door suddenly opened, of course, I thought it was a thief or someone with bad intentions."
Quentin nodded, "Makes sense, it does seem like my fault, so you're forgiven."
Grace blinked in disbelief.
Was he that easy to talk to?
What was wrong with him today? Had he changed?
His temper suddenly became so good.
Normally, he was domineering and indifferent, always convinced he was right.
Just as Grace was praising him in her heart, Quentin suddenly grabbed her chin, turning her face left and right, looking closely.
Then he finally relaxed his frown.
"Quentin, what are you doing?"
Grace couldn't guess his mood, so her voice was very soft.
"What do you think?" He looked at her, displeased, "Just checking if you're hurt."
"Me?"
Grace answered belatedly, "I'm fine, not hurt."
"What about your neck? Let me see."
He said, pulling her to the brightest light.
"No need, Linda already applied medicine for me, it's much better."
"Her check doesn't count, I need to see for myself," Quentin said decisively.
"Alright."
In the end, she could only obediently let him pull her to sit down.
"Lift your head." He ordered.
Grace, like a gentle kitten, lightly lifted her head.
Immediately, her slender neck was exposed in front of Quentin.
Because she was wearing pajamas with a loose neckline, and with her head tilted back, Quentin could see some of her chest from his angle.
Having not seen her for a long time, his eyes darkened almost instantly.
His Adam's apple moved up and down frantically.
Her sexy curves were eye-catching.
Grace, with her head tilted back and nothing to do, saw his Adam's apple move and couldn't help but lightly poke it with her finger.
Just that one poke, if not for his strong self-control, Quentin would have lost it.
He grabbed her wandering hand, looking down at her with deep eyes, "After such a big incident, instead of reflecting, you're teasing me?"
"Grace, do you know I came here with anger today?"
"I know!" She nodded.
Quentin was even more infuriated by her.
"You know and dare to be so bold?"
"Such an important matter, you kept it completely secret, never thought to tell me. Am I so worthless in your eyes, not even worth mentioning?"
Grace let go of his hand, lowering her head.
She looked like a child admitting a mistake, "I didn't do it on purpose, just thought it was a small matter. You're so busy with work, I didn't want to bother you."
Quentin stared at her, displeased. "Small matter? He pinned you to the bed, almost strangled you. If Mark hadn't arrived in time, you could have died, and you call it a small matter?"
Grace suddenly looked up, "You met Linda?"
Only a few people knew about Marlon strangling her.
It wasn't mentioned online, so it must have been Linda who told him.
"How else do you think I got the room key? And if Linda hadn't told me, how long were you planning to keep it from me?"
"And Instagram, now everyone is cursing you."
"You, my woman, would look at that coward, go after such a lowly, morally corrupt person? Do you think I'd be happy?"
She knew he was really angry.
Grace reached out, lightly hooking his finger.
"Sorry, I didn't know it would be so serious."
"But I didn't want to bother you."
Quentin gently lifted her chin, "Why don't you want to bother me? Why keep such a clear line?"
"No." Grace shook her head.
Even though she denied it, that was exactly what she felt inside. But she couldn't admit it, of course. Grace lowered her head, her eyes dim, "You're so busy with work, Willie said you often work late into the night, barely getting any sleep, so I didn't want to bother you."
Quentin just pinched her chin even harder, "Such a weak excuse, you think I'd believe it?"
Grace was helpless.
If he didn't believe it, there was nothing she could do.
"Tired, I want to sleep."
Suddenly, Quentin spoke.
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Grace's bed, the meaning clear.
"Um, I'll ask Linda to get you..."
Grace's words were cut off by Quentin, "I asked, the front desk has no more rooms."
Grace was silent.
This meant he wanted to share the bed with her.
"How about I get a blanket from the hotel, and you sleep on the floor?" Grace tentatively asked.
Quentin raised an eyebrow, his aura turning cold as he looked at her, "You think I'd sleep on the floor?"
"Alright." Grace scratched her head, "Then you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."
He grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms. Quentin said domineeringly, "You think I'd let my woman sleep on the floor?"
"Then what do you want..."
Before Grace could finish, Quentin had already pulled her onto the bed.
"Sleep together."
His domineering voice sounded in her ear, leaving no room for refusal.
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