Chapter 714 As Overbearing as Ever 1
Grace's body instantly froze.
Turning around, she looked at Mark, "Mark, I haven't thanked you for what happened the day before yesterday. I really appreciate it. If it weren't for you, I might have died."
Mark knew she was changing the subject.
Since she didn't want to answer, he didn't press further.
"Grace, you don't need to thank me. Just remember, I'm always your top fan."
"If he ever treats you badly or bullies you, you can come to me anytime."
Grace smiled gently, "Okay."
As soon as she said that, she felt Quentin squeeze her fingers a bit tighter.
It was obvious Quentin was unhappy.
Once in the car, Quentin suddenly looked over, "Why didn't you answer Mark's question? Grace, are you with me willingly?"
Grace pursed her lips and smiled, "I used to be."
As for now, they both knew the answer, didn't they?
Saying it out would only hurt both of them.
Quentin tightened his grip on her hand. "One day, I'll make you willing."
Grace took him to the film set.
Because of the need for different scenes, many places had various sets built.
Grace's favorite was the vintage set, with a vintage street.
Everything inside was from that era, full of a sense of time.
There were various small shops on both sides of the street.
Each one was very interesting.
"Do you want to go in and take a look?" Grace asked.
"Sure."
The items inside were dazzling, making it hard to take it all in.
Grace immediately spotted a pair of red agate earrings, teardrop-shaped. Although the style was ordinary, the luster was particularly good, especially when worn on her fair and delicate earlobes, which looked extremely beautiful.
After trying them on, she was about to take them off.
Quentin suddenly appeared beside her, his deep voice softly whispering in her ear, "They look great, don't take them off."
Grace was about to speak, but he beat her to it: "I've already paid for them."
Later, when it was time to pay, she realized Quentin had tricked her.
He hadn't paid at all.
In the end, Quentin paid for everything he had picked out.
The store clerk carefully packed all the items he bought. Grace glanced over them briefly; there were probably dozens of items.
Bracelets, earrings, necklaces, hair clips, hairbands...
Various styles, all were little accessories that girls liked.
The variety was rich, he bought all the nice things in the store.
After paying, Quentin gave the clerk an address to have the items delivered.
Grace didn't ask much.
They were all girls' items, probably for Caroline.
At lunch, Grace knew Quentin was picky about food, so she had already picked out a very stylish restaurant.
Just as she was about to take him there, Quentin looked at a hot pot restaurant by the roadside, "Do you like it? Shall we eat here?"
Grace looked at him in surprise. "I remember you always hated hot pot."
"I do hate it," he nodded.
Suddenly, he added, "But it depends on who I'm eating with."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, let's go."
In the restaurant, Grace was worried that he couldn't handle spicy food, so she ordered a mild broth.
Then she went to mix her dipping sauce.
After mixing the sauce, she went to get some drinks.
When she returned to the table, her dipping sauce was gone.
"Did you see my dipping sauce?" Grace asked.
Quentin pointed to the one in front of him, "It's here. I want the same as you. Make another one."
"But mine is a bit spicy, can you handle it?"
"Of course, if you can eat it, so can I."
Quentin's every move exuded elegance.
Especially with his good looks, he attracted many girls.
Since it was a place where a film crew was shooting, there were many fangirls.
So when they saw a handsome man, the fangirls were bold and rushed over.
"Wow, hi, are you an actor shooting here? You're so handsome, can I have your autograph?"
Seeing one girl being bold, the other girls who were watching all swarmed over.
In an instant, Grace and Quentin's table was surrounded.
Grace reacted quickly, putting on sunglasses and eating quietly with her head down.
It would be troublesome if she was recognized.
"Sorry, my girlfriend doesn't like it."
Quentin coldly refused without hesitation.
The dozen or so girls left disappointed.
After they left, Grace couldn't help but look at him seriously, "Your look is too eye-catching. To avoid attracting more girls, I seriously declare, you must keep a low profile."
"I only want you to like me," Quentin replied unexpectedly.
When they finished eating and left the hot pot restaurant, Grace suddenly felt a tight grip on her hand.
Quentin had already taken her hand, and the next moment, he said, "I can also eat hot pot with you."
"Okay."
Grace nodded, not thinking too much about the meaning of his words.
Until Quentin added, "It's not just Mark who can eat hot pot with you. You can call me anytime you want to eat, but you can't call him."
Only then did Grace realize why Quentin had suggested eating hot pot.
It turned out he was still competing with Mark.
"Quentin, you're so childish. Don't you think you're sometimes as childish as a kid?"
"I don't think so."
Because no one else would see this side of him except her.
In the evening, the two walked by the river.
The night wind was a bit chilly, Quentin's long coat draped over Grace's delicate body.
She leaned on the railing, smiling gently.
Her smile was bright and dazzling.
Suddenly, the information from the files flashed in Quentin's mind, and he couldn't hold back anymore.
He ran over and hugged her tightly.
His voice, almost touching her ear, "Grace, can you tell me about your past?"
"Don't you already know?"
"I mean your childhood, your family."
As soon as Quentin said this, Grace's body tensed, and the smile on her face vanished completely."Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"Because I want to know everything about you."
Taking a deep breath, Grace looked at him, "I didn't have a childhood."
"How could that be? Everyone has a childhood, whether good or bad. As long as you tell me, I'm willing to listen. Tell me, okay?"
Grace touched his face, her eyes particularly sad, "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
Just one look confirmed many of Quentin's suspicions.
He was right; Grace really had a very unpleasant childhood.
He kissed her hand over and over again, softly comforting her, "Okay, if you don't want to talk, then don't."
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