Chapter 738 Romance Under the Moonlight 1
This way, it became a couple's outfit.
Thinking of this, Grace's heart beat even faster.
She changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, put on sunglasses and a scarf, and set off.
When the car stopped at the entrance of the building, she checked the time. It was just right; Quentin should be finishing his meeting soon.
It was already 8 PM, and the sky had turned dark.
But the building was lit up with dazzling lights, indicating the busyness of the work area.
The night wind was strong, and her hair was quickly blown into a mess.
Her hair strands were tangled and intertwined.
She waited for ten minutes, but the entrance of the building remained quiet, with no movement.
The entrance of the building was a windy spot, and it was a bit cold. Grace rubbed her hands vigorously and stomped her feet to feel less cold.
But she kept waiting, and Quentin hadn't finished work.
She waited for almost half an hour.
She originally wanted to go inside to wait; at least it would be warmer.
But when she got closer, she realized she needed a card to enter.
Forget it, she could only wait at the entrance.
Finding a chair and reluctantly sitting down, she rubbed her red little hands and sent a message to Quentin: [Quentin, is your meeting over?]
[Quentin, how much longer until you come back?]
She thought about it and felt neither message was quite appropriate.
So she deleted them both.
She put her phone back in her pocket and continued to lean against the chair, half-squinting her eyes and watching the building's exit.
In the end, she became more and more drowsy.
If it weren't for the strong, cold wind, she might have fallen asleep.
A gust of cold wind made her suddenly open her eyes wide.
At that moment, she heard voices nearby.
Then, the building's door was pushed open, and someone walked out.
'The meeting is over!'
Grace thought in excitement, and she got up to run over.
But upon closer inspection, it was just the meeting attendees coming out.
A few minutes later, everyone had left.
The entrance of the building was empty again.
Grace took out her phone and had just dialed the number when she saw Quentin's tall and upright figure walking out of the entrance.
The night wind lifted the hem of his long coat, his fingers lightly holding his phone, his thin lips gently parting, filled with the tenderness of the night as he slowly spoke, "Grace, I finished the meeting, I'm coming back now!"
After he finished speaking, he noticed there was no sound from the other side.
Quentin held his phone in one hand, his eyes seriously fixed on her direction, walking slowly and lightly towards her.
"Grace."
Wrapped in the night wind, Quentin called out again.
Still, no one answered.
"Are you mad at me?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Grace put down her phone, sped up, and ran towards him like the wind.
Quentin only felt a sudden impact on his chest, something crashing straight into his arms.
He was about to pull away, but when he smelled her scent and saw her outline clearly, he excitedly lifted her.
With strong arms, a gentle smile on his lips, he spun her around in the vast open space.
Grace's skirt fluttered and danced in the night wind, like a dancing fairy.
The colorful and brilliant lights on both sides of the building gently fell on them.
Everything was beautiful.
It was the epitome of gentle romance.
Willie, having organized his files, came down and saw this scene.
'Oh my God! Who is Quentin holding? This was too much PDA!'
After rubbing his eyes carefully, Willie couldn't help but think and recognize that it was Grace.
Of course, who else could it be but Grace?
Willie was the one who was confused.
After Grace's feet touched the ground, she panted lightly and hugged Quentin's neck tightly, "I can hardly breathe."
"Let me help you."
With that, Quentin's lips pressed down.
While spinning, Grace seemed to have seen a figure.
Grace glanced to the side and, sure enough, saw Willie standing there with a folder.
"Willie's here!" Grace giggled, gently pushing Quentin.
Quentin looked over, his gaze cool.
He then looked back at Grace, his eyes softening again, "Just pretend he doesn't exist."
Willie remained silent.
Indeed, in such a scene, he was better off not existing.
Willie held his breath and quietly turned around, seeing nothing.
The strong wind continued to blow.
Quentin gently tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear.
The whole action was smooth and practiced.
Just as Quentin was about to withdraw his hand, Grace suddenly grabbed it and leaned her body against his shoulder.
"Spinning too fast just now made me a bit dizzy. Let me lean on you."
"Okay, I'll hold you."
Quentin gently massaged Grace's head with one hand while holding her tiny hand with the other.
"Why are your hands so cold?"
"Did you not dress warmly enough?"
Grace retorted righteously, "No, I wore a lot today."
"Then why are you so cold?"
"Probably because I waited for you too long, freezing in the night wind."
Hearing this, Quentin's whole body stiffened.
Because they had been talking on the phone when she suddenly ran over, he thought she had just arrived.
"How long did you wait?"
He squeezed her palm, his heart filled with pain.
"Not too long, just an hour."
Hearing this, Quentin's expression darkened.
"Why didn't you call me if you waited so long?"
Seeing he was angry, Grace stuck out her tongue and acted cute, "I wanted to surprise you. If I told you, there wouldn't be a surprise."
Quentin looked at Willie, who had been standing not far away and ignored, and shouted, "Willie!"
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Willie turned around and immediately ran over.
"Why didn't you tell me? Don't you know how strong the wind is today and how cold it is?" Quentin looked at him coldly, his tone accusatory.
Willie felt extremely wronged.
"Mr. Taft, I really didn't know this time!"
Last time, Grace had said she wanted to surprise Quentin, and Willie had known in advance.
Because Willie didn't tell Quentin, he ended up causing trouble despite his good intentions.
But this time, he really didn't know!
Grace stepped forward, holding Quentin's hand, smiling to defuse the situation, "Alright, this time Willie is innocent. I didn't tell him."
However, she didn't mention that it was indeed Willie's misjudgment of the meeting time.
So she had been freezing in the cold wind for an hour.
She decided not to say it.
Otherwise, Willie might lose his year-end bonus again.
"Let's go, I'm hungry and want to have dinner."
"You haven't had dinner yet?" Quentin was angry and distressed. "What if you get a stomachache?"
Grace immediately hugged his arm, "I wanted to eat with you!"
"What do you want to eat?"
Looking at the night and the lights by the roadside, her eyes lit up, "Can we have a barbecue?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
Quentin held her hand and walked towards the car parked not far away.
Grace tugged at his hand, "There's a barbecue place not far ahead, we can walk there."
"Okay."
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