Chapter 715 As Overbearing as Ever 2
"If one day you decide to tell me, I'm always here."
"Thank you, Quentin."
She appreciated that he respected her thoughts and didn't force her.
On the way back, it suddenly started to rain.
Neither of them had an umbrella, nor did they drive.
On the bustling street, they were drenched.
The only fortunate thing was that the hotel wasn't far.
They held hands and ran through the rain.
In just over ten minutes, they reached the hotel.
They took the elevator straight to Grace's room.
"Grace, stop right there."
Just as they were about to enter, a shout rang out.
The next moment, Marlon appeared like a ghost.
He held a knife and lunged at Grace with all his might.
"Get in."
Quentin pushed her aside.
The knife plunged into his body.
Grace's face turned pale with fear, but Quentin had already pushed her into the room and closed the door.
Outside, Marlon finally realized what had happened.
Marlon widened his eyes and glared at Quentin, "No wonder she wouldn't be with me. She already found a sugar daddy."
"She is indeed beautiful, but haven't you checked her dark past? This woman has been with so many..."
Before Marlon could finish, Quentin kicked him away.
Marlon crashed into the wall behind him.
"I'm telling you, Grace is despicable. You better stay away from her."
"She's ruthless. She ruined me, and if you stay with her, you'll..."
Quentin kicked him again.
Quentin picked up his phone and coldly instructed, "Take care of Marlon."
Two minutes later, several bodyguards in black came up and dragged Marlon away.
In the hotel room.
Marlon was forced to the ground with a chair's legs pressing against his neck, like iron chains, making it hard for him to breathe.
More importantly, a hunting dog had been brought into the room at some point.
In front of Marlon were various exquisite foods.
As soon as the rope was loosened, the hunting dog rushed forward.
The dog grabbed the food in front of it.
Step by step, the dog got closer to Marlon.
With each step it took, Marlon's body trembled violently.
In the end, when the dog finished the last piece of meat and stared at him with its mouth open, Marlon could only hold his breath, staring at the dog in terror, praying it wouldn't bite him.The whole night, Marlon didn't dare to close his eyes.
He had to stay alert, living in fear.
The dog watched him, and he watched the dog.
When Quentin opened the door and came in, he was clutching his stomach in pain.
Grace saw this and was immediately at a loss.
"Quentin, are you okay?"
"Come sit down, don't move. I'll call an ambulance right away."
Quentin just smiled faintly.
Grace was very worried. She had just seen Marlon stab him with a knife.
But he seemed calm, as if he didn't care at all.
Just as she was about to dial 911, Quentin suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Grace was afraid of hurting his wound and became even more nervous, "How's your wound? Why don't you want me to call?"
"It hurts." Quentin frowned, "It hurts so much."
"What can I do to make you feel better?"
"Kiss me, one kiss and it won't hurt."
"Quentin." Grace looked at him angrily, "Is this the time to joke?"
"I'm not joking. I'm serious. My heart is hurt and needs comfort."
Grace hesitated but then leaned in to kiss him.
As soon as their lips touched.
Suddenly, a large hand pressed the back of her head.
Then, his domineering and strong presence approached.
Grace was worried about his wound. "Quentin, let go, your wound."
As she spoke, she suddenly realized something.
He didn't seem to be bleeding.
She had been too nervous before, her mind blank, forgetting everything.
Now that she had calmed down, she realized this very important detail.
"Grace," Quentin looked at her sincerely, "I'm sorry, I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I wasn't actually stabbed. I lied to you."
"What?"
"Marlon's knife was fake," Quentin replied.
After he finished, the room fell silent.
Grace looked at him, her eyes reddening with tears. She couldn't hold on any longer and turned to leave immediately.
Quentin held her back, "I'm sorry, Grace. I didn't mean to. I didn't think you'd be so worried about me. I admit I was moved, so I didn't tell you the truth right away."
Grace's eyes were already misty. "Quentin, how could you do this? Do you know how scared and worried I was? I was afraid you'd die, that I'd never see you again."
"But you?"
"You watched me panic, watched me flustered. Did it satisfy your vanity?"
"Was it fun to tease me like this?"
As she spoke, tears fell, wetting her cheeks.
She was very angry.
Quentin hugged her tightly, "Grace, I admit I wanted to see you worry about me, care about me."
"But it wasn't to satisfy my vanity. I just wanted to see if you still had feelings for me."
Grace looked at him, devastated, "No."
"I care about everyone but you. Satisfied?"
Quentin turned her around, "I know you're just saying that. You care about me."
"Grace, you still love me, don't you?"
At these words, Grace suddenly burst into tears.
She had been trying hard to hide this fact, telling herself they were just in a transactional relationship.
She had barely managed to numb her heart.
Why did he have to remind her again and again?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Quentin gently wiped her tears, his touch incredibly tender.
Grace cried. She didn't want to go against her heart, but she also didn't want to lay her heart bare for him again.
So, she remained silent.
They just looked at each other.
A few minutes later, Quentin finally spoke.
He sighed, gently caressing her lips over and over.
"Grace, do you know I've been waiting for you to speak up?"
"You knew I was going to marry Caroline. Why didn't you ever try to stop me?"
"Do you really want to watch me marry her?"
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