Chapter 727 Spoiling
"I'll set you up on a blind date tomorrow. There are definitely more outstanding men than him."
Caroline, however, pushed him away.
Her eyes and voice both turned sharp.
"Dad, let me reiterate, I won't marry anyone but him."
"If you force me to go on a blind date, you're forcing me to die."
With that, she ran upstairs crying.
"Caroline."
James could only chase after her.
In the car, Quentin took out the ring box and examined it carefully several times.
Finally, he closed the box with satisfaction. "Willie, let's go back."
Not hearing a response, Quentin called out again, "Willie?"
There was still no response.
"Where are you?" Quentin dialed his phone.
"Mr. Taft, please wait a moment, I'll be right there."
A minute later, Willie came running back, panting.
He was carrying a bag of medicine.
Seeing the burn on Quentin's face, he immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Taft, let me treat your wound."
Quentin looked at him for a moment and finally said, "It's obvious you've never had a girlfriend."
Willie was instantly bewildered.
He was just applying some medicine, how did this relate to having a girlfriend?
Moreover, it wasn't his fault.
'It's entirely because of you, my dear Quentin, you're a workaholic. I spend all my time either working or sleeping, where would I find the time to date or find a girlfriend?' Willie thought to himself.
As if sensing his thoughts, Quentin retorted, "I'm busy too, how do I have time to date?"
Willie replied, "You're the boss, you can just give orders, you don't have to do everything yourself. I can't do that, I have to be on call all day."
Quentin questioned, "So you're saying I'm mistreating you?"
Willie replied, "No, I love my job and want to work hard for a few more years before I get married."
Quentin smiled, satisfied with the answer.
Willie wiped the sweat off his forehead, relieved that he hadn't offended Quentin, or his job would be in jeopardy.
Quentin worked hard, but he treated Willie very well.
There wasn't another boss in the industry who treated him as well as Quentin did.
So he was willing to work for him.
After Willie started the car, Quentin gave instructions from the back, "Find a reliable media outlet and release a statement saying that Caroline initiated the breakup and that it was an amicable split."
Willie was utterly confused. "Mr. Taft, this way, all the benefits go to the Stewart family. It will definitely affect your reputation and image."
"Just do as I say."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Willie drove Quentin home.
As they neared the house, Quentin made a call. "What are you doing?"
Quentin's voice was so soft that, even caused Willie, who was driving, to almost run a red light. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.
"I'm almost home."
Grace was busy watering flowers, holding the phone between her head and shoulder.
"Okay, I know." She replied.
Quentin was unhappy. "You just know? No action?"
Grace immediately understood and replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll change and come down to meet you."
"No need, you look good in anything."
Willie, driving in the front, was sweating profusely.
When they arrived at the villa, Grace was already waiting at the door.
She was wearing a long purple knit dress that reached her ankles, with thick slippers on her feet, making her look tall and slender.
She wore a fluffy bunny hat, with two long ears hanging on either side.
Her whole outfit made her look very young and extremely cute.
Quentin's heart skipped a beat. He opened the car door and strode over.
He took her hand and wrapped her in his coat.
"Why didn't you wear a coat? You just came out in a dress."
"It's warm inside with the heating on, I completely forgot it was winter. I was in a hurry and forgot."
"It's cold in winter, this dress is drafty. You've only been out for a short while, and your hands and feet are already cold." Quentin held her hand, speaking with concern.
"It's okay, it's just a short while, I'm not that fragile."
"The weather is bad, what if you catch a cold?"
Grace hugged his waist and walked inside with him. "It doesn't matter, you'll take care of me if I get sick."
Quentin gently tapped her nose, speaking indulgently, "Is this taking advantage of my affection?"
"Is that not allowed?" Grace looked up at him with a smile.
"Of course it is, I enjoy it."
Inside, Quentin took off his coat.
Grace remembered she hadn't finished watering the plants and walked over.
When Quentin turned around, he didn't see her.
"Where's Grace?"
"Mr. Taft, Ms. Morgan is in the greenhouse. Should I call her?"
"No need, I'll go myself."
As soon as he opened the greenhouse door, Quentin was greeted by a fragrant scent.
Various floral scents vied for attention, each one more pleasant than the last.
The flowers, in all colors and shapes, were in full bloom.
Some were fully open, while others were buds, creating a beautiful scene.
Grace was elegantly watering the flowers, her movements gentle and skilled.
The scene was stunning, like a beautiful painting.
Especially when she lifted her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her serene and lovely profile, she looked like a beauty straight out of a painting.
Quentin's steps halted.
He quickly took out his phone, crouched down, and snapped a photo, capturing the beautiful moment.
Then he put away his phone and ran over.
He hugged Grace tightly.
"Heartless Grace, you brought me in and then left me to tend to your flowers."
Grace laughed. "Just a little more water to go, then I'm done. You're even jealous of the flowers."
"I get jealous of anyone who competes for your affection."
"Childish!" Grace looked at him and added, "But adorably childish, I like it!"
"That's more like it."
After watering the plants, Grace looked at the fragrant flowers and couldn't help but sigh again. "Quentin, do you know what I love most about this house?"
"This greenhouse?"
"Yes, it's temperature-controlled, always warm, and filled with flowers. It makes me incredibly happy."
Quentin, being serious, playfully nibbled her ear. "So I can't make you happy?"
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