Chapter 740 The Most Beautiful is You 1
"Where are we going?"
Facing the wind, her long hair fluttered.
Quentin held her hand tightly, and this scene looked just like a classic moment from a romance drama.
They ran all the way.
Finally, the two stopped, panting, in front of a towering skyscraper.
Grace looked up, utterly shocked.
"Wow, it's so tall. What are we doing here?"
"Follow me."
With that, he led her inside while making a phone call, "Start the elevator and send up a card. I need to use the elevator."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Two minutes later, a young man in a suit came running over, stopping in front of Quentin and respectfully presenting a card with both hands, "Mr. Taft, here's the card you requested."
"Thank you."
Quentin was blocking Grace completely, so the young man only caught a glimpse of a hem of her clothing.
He didn't see Grace's face at all.
Quentin handed the card to Grace, gesturing for her to take over, "You do it!"
Grace swiped the card, and the elevator opened in response.
"There are so many floors. Which one are we going to?"
"The 100th floor."
Grace's eyes widened. Although she knew the building was very tall when they first entered, hearing Quentin's words still surprised her.
"How can it be so high?"
"Let's go up and see."
"Okay."
The elevator went straight to the 100th floor.
Quentin held her hand, leading her through the skywalk to the observation hall.
The entire observation hall was brightly lit and dazzling.
The light from the crystal chandeliers refracted beautiful rays.
The hall had various sections.
Display areas, food areas, coffee bars, observation areas...
Looking around, it had almost everything, making it overwhelming.
The most surprising thing was that the entire floor wasn't made of walls but glass.
A huge piece of glass provided an excellent view, and under the lights, it was stunning.
Quentin introduced everything to her.
She had to admit, the richness and exquisiteness of the contents inside were breathtaking.
"Indeed, all the good stuff is with the capitalists," Grace teased him.
"Well, congratulations, you're about to become a capitalist's wife."
After a quick tour, they had only walked around briefly, and half an hour had passed.
Finally, they stopped at the observation area.
"It's quite high. Are you scared?" Quentin asked.
"I've done wire stunts at high altitudes, but this is much higher. I'm not sure if I'm scared or not."
"Then hold on tight to me."
Following his steps, Grace held her breath, cautiously walking towards the observation deck.
When all the beautiful scenery came into view, she seemed to forget where she was and her fear, only admiring the view.
At the height of the 100th floor, standing there, one could see everything, overlooking the entire city's beauty.
Beautiful lights, colorful and dazzling.
Even the countless skyscrapers that usually seemed unreachable now appeared small.
All the splendor was in full view.
Quentin gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind.
"Is it beautiful?"
"It's not just beautiful; it's stunning. Although I've seen beautiful views from tall buildings before, I've never experienced anything as thrilling as today. It's so beautiful."
"Yes, the entire city's lights and scenery are in our eyes."
They both quietly enjoyed the moment of tranquility and beauty.
After a long time, Quentin pressed his face closer to hers. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking, if the areas behind us were open and there were more people, it would be even livelier."
"If there were a fireworks show, it would be even more beautiful. I've never watched fireworks from the 100th floor before!"
He chuckled and explained, "It was just finished recently, and some things aren't perfect yet. We're making the final preparations before opening."
"It was originally scheduled to open in a week."
"I also planned to bring you up here the day before the opening to watch the fireworks. I didn't expect you to come pick me up today, so I brought you up early."
As he spoke, he pinched Grace's cheek, "I didn't expect you to appreciate fireworks so much."
"Of course, how can such a beautiful night view be without fireworks?" Grace replied.
"Sorry, I overlooked that!"
At that moment, Quentin felt a bit regretful.
Grace cupped his face, speaking seriously, "It's okay. Even though I didn't see it, the most splendid and beautiful fireworks have already bloomed in my heart."
As soon as she finished speaking, a loud bang erupted in the sky.
Immediately, countless fireworks bloomed one after another, lighting up the entire sky.
Standing on the 100th floor, she had to look down at the beautiful fireworks for the first time.
Various colors, vibrant and dazzling.
So bright, so brilliant, what she saw with her eyes was countless times more beautiful than pictures and videos.
"Wow, it's so beautiful!"
She momentarily forgot where she was and that there was a layer of transparent glass in front of her. Like a child, Grace excitedly ran over, almost pressing against the window to watch.
Seeing her jumping around adorably, Quentin's lips curled into a doting smile.
Amidst the splendor and brilliance.
She watched the fireworks, and he watched her.
The fireworks were her scenery, and she was his scenery, his unchanging view for life.
After a few minutes of fireworks, Grace looked at Quentin with an excited face under the light, "You didn't just say there were no fireworks to surprise me, did you?"
Although Quentin wanted to, the fireworks weren't his doing.
So he had to be honest, "Grace, it really wasn't me."
"Really? You're not lying to me?"
"Yes."
"Then I think the timing of these fireworks is too perfect, too coincidental!"
In her heart, there was a hidden dream of a young girl.
Quentin didn't want to argue anymore.
Just then, countless fireworks shot into the sky, even more grand and magnificent than before.
The fireworks show reached its climax.
At that moment, numbers and words appeared in the fireworks.
It was probably a proposal.
Quentin cupped Grace's face, moving closer and closer.
Amidst the fireworks and countless stars, his lips gently and tenderly kissed hers.
But this time, the kiss wasn't just a peck; it was tender and lingering, almost wanting to merge into her very being.
Grace stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her shyness, sensuality, and grace all bloomed in his embrace.
She only bloomed for him.
With her back against the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, and in front of her was his passionate, hormone-filled presence.
This experience, thrilling, sensual, and enchanting, was something even the most romantic scenes couldn't compare to.
So, she was deeply intoxicated.
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