Chapter 728 Deep Affection 1
Grace pushed him away and said, "How can you compare to them?"
"What?" Quentin deliberately raised his tone, his expression darkening.
Grace immediately hugged his neck and gently pleaded, "I said the wrong thing. It should be, how can they compare to you?"
"You're so handsome, just looking at you is pleasing to the eye. You're much better than them. Besides, you're a living person who can hold me and accompany me. I can't even like you enough."
Only then did Quentin nod, showing his satisfaction.
However, he was still a bit jealous. "But you've been so busy taking care of those flowers that you've been ignoring me."
"How have I ignored you? Aren't you right here with me?"
Quentin raised his hand in extreme grievance. "Look, my hand is hurt, and you didn't even notice?"
Grace looked and saw that his hand was swollen and red.
"How did this happen? It's so red!"
"Does it hurt?"
She immediately became very anxious.
Quentin enjoyed this feeling very much.
Frowning, he nodded. "It hurts!"
"I'll blow on it for you first."
Leaving the watering can behind, she took Quentin's hand and walked towards the living room. "I'll have someone get some medicine to apply for you."
"Alright."
As they walked to the living room, Grace felt very guilty.
"I'm sorry, you were holding my hand with your right hand just now, and your left hand was always down, so I didn't notice."
"Let me see, where else are you hurt?"
He reached out and pointed to his neck.
Grace immediately stood on tiptoe to check carefully.
"Ms. Morgan, the ointment is here," came the servant's voice in her ear.
"Okay, just leave it there."
In the end, Quentin was carefully examined by her several times, and every burned area was meticulously treated with ointment.
Quentin just sat there, leaving everything to her.
It was just a minor injury. As Willie would say, if he had applied some ointment at the time, it might have already healed by now.
But now he had a girlfriend, and he just wanted to be a bit more dramatic.
Willie wouldn't understand anyway.
People without girlfriends wouldn't understand this feeling.
Willie only realized it when he was driving away from the villa. No wonder the always proud Quentin would compromise with James, saying that James had proposed to break off the engagement, thus protecting the Stewart family's reputation.
The Stewart Group and the Taft Group currently had many business dealings, and their fortunes were closely tied.
So even if James was angry, he wouldn't dare do anything to Quentin in the short term.
But James was very likely to take his anger out on Grace.
So Quentin's attitude today was very humble, and his actions were very protective of the Stewart family's reputation, just to reduce James's anger and protect Grace.
In the evening, Quentin and Grace dined together at the table.
Even the servants noticed that the atmosphere between them had changed.
Quentin and Grace exchanged glances, their feelings silently conveyed.
A subtle sense of intimacy quietly flowed between them.
"Mr. Taft, Ms. Morgan, all the dishes are served. Please enjoy your meal. We'll leave you now."
Quentin waved his hand.
Grace had just raised her head, and in an instant, her clear eyes met his.
His eyes were bright and deep.
She only looked for a moment, and her heart began to race.
Quickly lowering her head, her cheeks flushed. "Let's eat."
"Okay."
Quentin agreed, but his lingering gaze remained on her.
His gaze was intense and burning.
She couldn't bear it for a moment and playfully scolded, "Don't look at me, eat."
Quentin chuckled softly.
He stretched out his long arm and pulled her chair close to his side.
Their chairs were now touching, leaving no gap.
Quentin was satisfied. "Let's eat!"
Grace smiled and picked up her fork, silently adding his favorite food to his plate.
A simple dinner took them forty minutes to finish, as they kept looking at each other.
The flowers on the dining table bloomed even more beautifully, their fragrance filling the entire living room.
After dinner, they took a walk together.
They didn't go far, just strolled in the small garden of the villa.
Holding hands, their steps were in sync, as if everything in the air was filled with sweetness.
When she got tired, she sat down on a bench.
With a slight tilt of her head, she could lean on his shoulder.
The most ordinary things felt full of happiness and sweetness at that moment.
After the walk, Grace said she wanted to read and study a bit.
Quentin said, "Does that mean you'll leave me alone?"
Grace smiled and pointed towards the gym. "You've been busy lately. I remember you haven't worked out in a while. Are you sure you won't go today?"
"No," Quentin refused seriously.
"Then what if you get a big belly someday, and let me think..." Grace deliberately said seriously, "If you don't work out now, in a few years, you won't be able to compare to young male stars."
"By then, I..."
Before she could finish, Grace felt herself being lifted.
In an instant, he carried her to the gym.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Quentin smiled mischievously. "Of course, you can't just let me work out alone. You have to join me."
Grace immediately refused. "I don't want to."
She used to work out intensely for movie roles, often being pushed to the limit by trainers.
The intensity was so high that it hurt during workouts, eating, sleeping, and even breathing. She was in pain until the movie ended.
So most of her exercise came from filming, and when she wasn't filming, she hoped to be more comfortable, at least not physically exhausted.
"Just supervising me, aren't you afraid..."
Quentin reacted quickly, not finishing his sentence.
Grace caught on. "Are you afraid I'll get old?"
"Quentin, look at you, always self-centered and never saying sweet things. I'm not staying with you."
She started to walk away.
Quentin grabbed her arm and pulled her close. "Are you mad?"
"No."
"Really not mad?"
"No, not at all."
Quentin nodded. "Alright, as long as you're not mad."
Grace was silent.
How could she not be mad?
But the next moment, she was hugged.
Quentin's voice softly sounded in her ear. "I known you're mad, please forgive me, okay? You can punish me however you want, I won't resist."
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