Chapter 729 Deep Affection 2
Grace's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yes, everything I said is true."
"Alright, then your punishment is that you can't sleep in bed tonight."
"That's not going to work, think of something else."
"Your punishment is that you can't hold me while you sleep."
"That won't work either. Anything that stops me from being close to you is off the table."
Quentin lowered his head and kissed her delicate neck, "Think of something else. You were just complaining about my slacking off at the gym, weren't you?"
He reached out, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his chest. "Feel my abs."
"I don't want to."
Suddenly touching him like that in front of him made her feel embarrassed.
Besides, even though she had acted in many scenes, she always behaved with decorum in them.
But every time she faced him, it was different. She always blushed easily and got shy quickly.
"Are you really not going to touch? Never in your life?"
She turned her back, her soft earlobes and the base of her ears turning red.
Quentin held her and gently coaxed, "You weren't this shy before, why are you shyer now?"
"Grace, you haven't told me how you're going to punish me."
His breath was hot against her neck, like a wave of heat.
Especially that tingling sensation, it felt like an electric current running through her body, making her shiver lightly.
Grace turned around, her cheeks flushed. She softly pushed him away, "We're in the gym right now, you can't..."
"Can't what?" He deliberately leaned in closer to press her.
"Can't be a rogue."
Quentin bit her earlobe and only let go after a few minutes, a sexy, low laugh coming from his throat.
"Silly girl, what are you thinking about?"
"I meant a physical punishment, like doing push-ups with you on my back, or lifting you to train my arms, making you my sandbag to add some weight."
Grace fell silent.
Alright, she had overthought it.
But she couldn't be blamed; it was his fault for deliberately misleading her with those ambiguous words.
"You're bad, you did it on purpose."
"Well, it's all my fault."
"So, do you want to practice now?" He held her hand, full of affection.
Grace quickly pulled her hand back. "You practice by yourself, I'm not going to be your sandbag!"
With that, she ran away with a red face.
An hour later, Grace had finished her shower and was leisurely reading a book in the study.
Quentin, however, had just come out of the gym, drenched in sweat.
"Mr. Taft, Ms. Morgan is in the study."
"Okay."
After showering and changing into dry clothes, Quentin went to the study.
When he entered, the lights were on.
But Grace had already fallen asleep with the book in her hands.
She was lying on the sofa, the book resting on her chest, half-covering her face, probably having fallen there after she dozed off.
He carefully picked up the book and checked her face to make sure there were no injuries before carrying her to the bedroom.
"Why did you take so long?"
"I'm so sleepy!"
Grace murmured and snuggled into his arms.
"It's not comfortable here, let's go to the bedroom to sleep."
Grace slept soundly, but it took Quentin a long time to fall asleep.
In the morning, she woke up early.
Quentin opened his sleepy eyes and immediately pulled her into his arms. "Awake?"
"Yes, you sleep a bit more, I'll get up first."
"No." He refused without thinking.
Then he stretched out his long legs, trapping Grace in his arms, not letting her get up alone.
"Stay and sleep with me."
With that, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Seeing his domineering manner, Grace couldn't help but pinch his nose, then carefully turned around in his arms.
Held in his arms, she silently scrolled through her phone, waiting for him.
Short videos were addictive; without realizing it, she had been scrolling for forty minutes.
She followed a lot of people in the industry, mostly handsome men and beautiful women, so the algorithm pushed similar content to her.
She had just scrolled to a video of a handsome man when suddenly, her wrist was grabbed tightly.
Then a cold voice sounded in her ear, "You dared to watch other men in front of me. Isn't my figure enough for you?"
Caught in the act, Grace tried to explain, "It's not my fault, it's the algorithm."
"That means you usually watch a lot of videos of other men, which is even worse."
Grace fell silent.
She was in trouble now, and any explanation seemed like a weak excuse.
Unable to explain, she changed the subject, "I bet you have videos of beautiful women on your phone too."
As soon as she said that, Quentin handed her his phone, "Check it."
Grace was stunned, "You're just giving me your phone? Aren't you afraid I'll steal some business secrets?"
"I'm not afraid."
"Alright."
She took the phone and, without thinking, entered her phone password.
When the phone unlocked and she saw the different wallpaper, she was completely stunned.
His password was her birthday.
She remembered that when they were deeply in love, he had set his password to her birthday.
But after they broke up, she thought he had changed it.
She didn't expect that after all these years, he was still using her birthday as the password.
"Have you always used this password?"
Quentin ruffled her hair, "To be precise, since you came into my life."
When she unlocked the phone, she saw that not only the password but also the wallpaper settings were the same.
It was a set of photos she had taken a long time ago.
She was very happy and satisfied at the time, insisting on setting it as his phone wallpaper.
He had refused then.
She was very angry.
A week later, when they met again, she found that he had changed it.
But the lock screen wallpaper was still a minimalist business style.
At that time, she was famous, and even if others saw his phone, they didn't think much of it, just assuming he liked celebrities.
But he had kept this habit for so many years.
More importantly, this was not his old phone.
He had changed phones, so he had manually set these passwords and wallpapers again.
"I remember this set of photos is from years ago. How did you make it so high-definition?"
"I had Willie find someone to process it." He said.
Such a short, simple sentence touched Grace deeply.
It turned out his love for her was in the little details of life.
Many of them were hidden so deeply that she had never noticed them.
"This photo is a bit old, let me change it to a recent one," Grace said.
Quentin immediately stopped her, "No."
"Why not?"
He kissed her hair and firmly said, "Because I want the next change to be our wedding photo, straight to the point."
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