Chapter 736 Beth Became Suspicious
When she got home, Beth lay on the bed, silent and expressionless.
Marlon thoughtfully covered her with a blanket. "Are you thirsty? Do you want some hot water?"
"No."
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Beth just shook her head. "No, I'm so tired. I just want to sleep."
"Okay, then sleep. I'll stay with you."
But when she closed her eyes, Grace's words kept echoing in her mind.
Beth indeed became suspicious.
When she and Marlon were dating before, Marlon treated her well, but not to this extent.
Since his accident, he had been incredibly attentive, extremely gentle, and almost always accommodating.
He truly played the role of an exceptionally good husband.
This change was just too sudden.
At night, she woke up hungry.
She opened her eyes to find a table full of hot, delicious food.
While eating, she opened her phone as usual.
As expected, their affairs were trending again.
A video of Marlon protecting her in the underground parking lot and angrily smashing a camera had been posted.
But this time, the public opinion was completely different.
The comments from netizens were varied.
[I suddenly feel like changing my attitude towards Marlon. How can he be so unwavering in his belief in Beth and protect her so fiercely? That's so cool!]
[Now that's a real man!]
[I used to criticize Beth for marrying the wrong person, but it turns out Marlon is a great match. He's so doting and domineering, like a male lead in a romance novel.]
[Yeah, Beth's career might have taken a hit, but her love life is so sweet. I'm jealous. What a great husband she married.]
Seeing these comments, Beth sneaked a glance at Marlon.
He must have seen these comments.
"Honey, everyone is praising you!" Beth said with a deliberately cheerful smile.
Marlon rubbed her head, looking dotingly at her. "Silly, do you think I care about that? I only care about you. As long as you're okay, I'm at ease."
"As for those comments, I left the entertainment industry long ago. I don't care what they say."
"Really?"
Beth had serious doubts in her heart.
She looked closely, trying to find any flaw in his expression.
But whether it was her overthinking or his excellent acting, she couldn't find any clues.
On the other side.
Linda angrily threw her tablet onto the couch.
"Marlon is such a jerk, it's disgusting."
"I'm so pissed off."
Grace had just finished her manicure and smiled with satisfaction at the color on her nails.
She looked at Linda. "Linda, do you think this orange looks good?"
Linda was silent.
Grace said, "Then I'll let Quentin take a look."
With that, Grace dialed a video call.
Quentin was in a meeting. Hearing the special ringtone, he immediately raised his hand to signal for silence.
Instantly, the high-level meeting room with dozens of people fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, sitting in their seats, not daring to make a sound.
Quentin sat upright, seriously answering the video call.
"Are you busy?" Grace's voice gently reached his ears.
She leaned back on the couch, half-nestled in it, her long wavy hair draped to one side, making her look even more lazy and beautiful.
Especially that relaxed, lazy vibe, which was particularly alluring.
"Not busy."
He spoke, his clear and pleasant voice coming through the microphone, reaching everyone's ears.
The crowd was shocked and couldn't help but change their gaze.
Willie thought, 'Mr. Taft, could you at least think before you lie? We're at a meeting, and so many people are waiting for you!"
If this weren't busy, then Willie would be at a loss for words.
However, he used to Quentin's public displays of affection, remained relatively calm.
"Then take a look for me."
"Okay, what do you want me to see?"
Grace switched the camera, slowly raising her hands to face him.
"The orange color, I just got it done. Does it look good?"
"And the rhinestones on it, I spent a long time on them."
Quentin immediately nodded. "It looks good."
"Anything you wear looks good!"
If the first response made everyone doubt their ears, the second one was unmistakable.
Quentin's doting tone.
Was that real?
Especially that gentleness, how could it appear on Quentin?
The girl in the video was so lucky.
At that moment, everyone was curious about who this girl was who could make Quentin speak so softly and put everything aside.
Although Willie was no longer surprised, he was shocked.
To publicly chat and show affection with his girlfriend during a high-level meeting, only Quentin could do that.
"I'm so bored today. When will you be off work to keep me company?" Grace asked.
Quentin chuckled, gently coaxing her. "Wait for me at home. I'm in a meeting right now. I'll come back to you as soon as it's over."
"If you're tired, go to sleep first, okay?"
Although Quentin deliberately lowered his voice for these two sentences.
Everyone below heard it.
The usually stern and cold Quentin, who rarely smiled, was so gentle to another girl.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes and heard it with their ears, they wouldn't have believed it.
'He's in a meeting! Then didn't everyone hear their conversation just now, did they?' Grace thought in panic.
"Then you go ahead, bye-bye."
After saying that, she quickly hung up the phone.
Her heart was racing.
She got up and drank several sips of water, still feeling flustered.
She took a few deep breaths before barely calm herself down.
Linda had just come out of the bathroom and saw her looking flustered. "What's wrong? Didn't you ask Mr. Taft? Was his answer unsatisfactory?"
Grace shook her head. "No, I was video chatting with him just now, and he was in a meeting, you know?"
"Then didn't everyone in the meeting hear our conversation? And my identity, it's all exposed?"
This time, compared to Grace's panic, Linda seemed very calm.
She crossed her arms. "I can't be sure about your words, but Mr. Taft's words were definitely heard by everyone. How big was the meeting room? Were there many people? Honestly, I really want to see their expressions when they heard Mr. Taft speak so gently."
Grace was helpless.
'As a manager, should Linda focus on this?' She thought before reminding.
"Linda, you're focusing on the wrong topic!"
"It's not my fault. Anyone who hears this news would focus on that point."
Grace irritably rubbed her hair. "What should I do? What should I do? What if it's exposed?"
"If it's exposed, it's exposed. Haven't you and Mr. Taft already made up?" Linda said.
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