Chapter 724 The Answer is I Love You
"Take Mrs. Taft back."
After giving the order, Quentin walked towards Grace.
Ruby left angrily.
Grace's mind was now filled with the image of him leaning against the door frame with a faint smile.
When arguing with Ruby, Grace was very imposing.
But thinking that he had heard everything, Grace suddenly felt very embarrassed.
Quentin gently pinched her cheek. "Did she scare you?"
"No."
"Then why are you daydreaming?"
Grace looked at him, "Did you hear everything I just said?"
Quentin chuckled softly, "What do you think?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out, spun her around, and pulled Grace onto his lap.
The two of them snuggled closely together.
Quentin wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her chest.
His voice was filled with undeniable joy.
"Weren't you brave when confronting her? Why are you shy now that you see me?"
"Grace." He looked up, his deep eyes gazing at her, "Tell me, was everything you said just now true?"
Grace looked down at him, "I said a lot just now, which part are you referring to?"
"Every word," he emphasized.
She reached out, her slender arms wrapping around him like vines.
Resting her head on his shoulder, her voice was soft yet firm.
"Quentin, listen carefully, every word I said is true."
"As long as you stay with me, I will be with you forever."
"I don't care about your status, power, or position; all I want is you."
Quentin held her tightly.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Buried in her embrace, his heart pounded intensely against her. His eyes felt warm, and even his voice was choked with emotion, "Grace, I am so happy."
After a long while, Quentin lifted his head. "Are you really not afraid that I might become poor in the future, only earning a thousand dollars a month?"
"Would you be willing to give me all of that thousand dollars?" Grace asked with a bright smile.
"Of course, my life and everything I have are yours."
She nodded and smiled, "Then that's fine."
Quentin shook his head, "No, that's not okay. Even if you agree, I won't. It seems I can't slack off at all; I need to work even harder to make money."
"I can't let you down."
Grace playfully punched him, "Nonsense, I would never look down on you."
"Alright, it's me who looks down on myself."
"Fine, you always bully me, you're narcissistic and domineering, you always make me cry, and..."
Before Grace could finish, Quentin grabbed her hands, his eyes burning as he looked at her, "In your heart, do I only have flaws and no merits?"
With that, his hand reached Grace's waist and started tickling her.
He was so skilled at it that she couldn't help but laugh, eventually almost rolling on the floor.
"Quentin, let me go."
"It tickles, stop it."
Grace laughed uncontrollably while begging for mercy.
"It really tickles, Quentin, spare me."
Finally, she leaned on his shoulder, gasping for breath from laughing, "Quentin, please spare me, I'm exhausted from laughing, I can't laugh anymore."
Quentin stopped his actions.
After a while, Grace's clothes were wrinkled, and her hair was a mess.
Her clothes were easy to fix with a little adjustment.
But her hair was long and curly, and once it got messy, it was hard to manage.
She patiently tried to fix it for several minutes, but it was still a mess.
In the end, she gave up and looked at Quentin, "You messed up my hair, so you should fix it!"
Quentin couldn't help but laugh. "How is this my fault?"
Grace replied confidently, "It's your fault. If you hadn't tickled me, my hair wouldn't be messy. Are you going to help me fix it or not?"
Quentin couldn't argue, so he nodded, "Alright, leave it to me."
But Quentin really had no idea how to fix hair.
After a few minutes, he gave up.
"Let's go to the bathroom, I'll use a comb."
In the bathroom, Quentin used a comb, but it only made things worse.
As Grace described it, "Do I look like a lion now?"
Hearing her say that, Quentin thought she did look like one.
He pursed his lips and smiled.
Grace stood on her tiptoes, dissatisfied, and pinched his face, "It's all your fault, and you dare to laugh at me?"
"Alright, I won't laugh, I won't laugh."
"I'll find someone to help you fix it."
Quentin turned to make a call.
Grace suddenly pulled him back, "Bend down."
Quentin did as she asked.
Grace said, "Bend down a bit more."
Now, their heights were almost the same.
She reached out, her soft hands gently cupping his cheeks.
Her voice was filled with a slight sigh, "What should I do? You are domineering, arrogant, jealous, and always angry, truly terrible."
Quentin's expression darkened.
But Grace suddenly changed her tone, "With so many flaws, you have one biggest merits that I can't resist."
"What merit?" His curiosity was piqued.
"The merit is..." Grace's eyes were filled with affection as she said each word, "I love you."
With just a simple sentence, Quentin was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement.
"Grace, is everything you said true?"
At that moment, Quentin was like a young man who had just fallen in love, his excitement beyond words.
"Fool, of course, it's true. Otherwise, who would want to be with you?"
"Quentin, have you ever heard this saying?"
He smiled, his eyes tender as he looked at her, "What saying?"
"A person's flaws are as numerous as the stars, and their merits are as few as the moon. But if you love them, as soon as the moon appears, its light is enough to overshadow all the stars. You are my moon."
Quentin was so moved that he couldn't speak.
He could only hold her tightly.
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