Chapter 755 Proposal
Quentin pointed to a patch of grass growing near the corner of the wall and spoke to his subordinate with difficulty.
"Pull out a blade for me, the longest one."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
After the man brought back the grass.
He looked in another direction, "There are some small flowers too, pick them all for me."
Soon, the grass and flowers were in Quentin's hands.
Grace looked at him, puzzled. "Quentin, what are you doing? Let me help you."
"Shh." He placed his finger on her lips, his gaze tender and gentle.
A few minutes later, Quentin looked at Grace and spoke seriously.
"Grace, hold out your hand."
"Okay."
As soon as she extended her hand, she felt a rough sensation on her finger.
Looking down, she saw a ring made of long grass on her ring finger, no wonder it felt itchy against her skin.
A very simple, crude ring.
Because his hands were stained with blood, the grass ring was tinged with red, half of it already dyed.
Her eyes welled up with tears, she couldn't control herself, and tears started to flow.
At that moment, Quentin held her hand and spoke in a hoarse voice, slowly.
"Grace, I'm sorry, I had thought of many ways and chosen many romantic places, but I didn't expect to propose to you here in the end."
"It was all my fault before. I was too stupid and stubborn, I ignored your feelings, and we missed out on so much."
"Give me a chance to take care of you, love you, spoil you for a lifetime, let's never be apart again, okay?"
"I want to hold your hand and always be with you."
Grace's tears wouldn't stop.
'Quentin, you big fool. Why are you proposing at a time like this? I don't want it!' Grace thought.
She reached out and took the grass ring off her finger, then shoved it into his arms.
She choked up as she spoke, "Quentin, who wants a proposal like this, it's not romantic and it's perfunctory."
"Don't forget, I used to be the most popular star, I want the grandest, most magnificent, most luxurious wedding. I've experienced so many proposals on TV and in movies, you're my real leading man, your proposal can't be simpler than theirs. I won't accept it."
Quentin knew why she said that.
But he was scared.
"I'm sorry, Grace, I'm just afraid, afraid that if..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Grace covered his mouth forcefully.
"Quentin, remember, nothing counts now, propose to me again when you wake up."
"You promised me, you can't die, or I'll marry someone else."
He smiled and promised, "Okay, I'll try my best, but Grace..."
"Stop talking."
Grace stubbornly turned around.
She secretly wiped her tears away.
At that moment, the ambulance they had been waiting for finally arrived.
"Great Quentin, see, the ambulance is here, you'll be fine."
"You promised me, you have to hold on."
"You can't break your promise, you can't lie to me."
As soon as they got into the ambulance, Quentin fell into a coma.
The doctor said the bullet hadn't been removed, his condition was very dangerous, and he could lose his life at any moment.
This time, Grace didn't cry.
She straightened her back and sat up straight.
She held Quentin's hand with one hand, her gaze calm as she looked at the doctor, "What can I do?"
"Talk to him more, give him confidence, give him strength."
"Okay."
All the way, she talked a lot.
Just before Quentin was pushed into the operating room, she held his hand tightly.
"Quentin, I know you can hear me."
"I'll say it again, the proposal just now doesn't count, I want you to give me a grand proposal when you wake up, I'll wait for you to marry me."
"This life, I only want to marry you."
The door of the operating room closed with a sound.
One door seemed to separate them into two worlds.
He couldn't see her, and she couldn't see him.
Grace didn't cry or make a fuss; she sat on the chair, her heart wildly anxious, her hands tightly clenched.
She also stubbornly straightened her back.
Her whole body hurt, and she had scars from being tortured by Marlon.
She was tired, she was in pain.
But she couldn't fall.
Quentin was inside, fighting with the Grim Reaper.
She had to be strong, to see him come out of the operating room safely with her eyes.
She had just sat down for a few minutes when Willie came running, out of breath.
"Ms. Morgan, how is Mr. Taft?"
"Quentin is in surgery, we don't know the result yet."
She looked up at Willie, "Can you have someone get me some food and wait here for Quentin? I'll be right back."
"Ms. Morgan, don't worry, I'll stay right outside the operating room."
"Thank you!"
Grace quickly left; she ran to the clinic.
It was late at night, there weren't many people.
After registering, she immediately went to see the doctor.
The doctor treated her wounds, but some of the medicine stung so much that tears sprang to her eyes.
She gritted her teeth and endured it.
After getting the medicine from the pharmacy, she looked at the instructions and took out the pills she needed to take that night.
She didn't have any water, but she didn't want to waste time.
So she steeled herself, tilted her head back, and put the pills in her mouth.
In the end, she swallowed them with her saliva.
The bitterness spread in her mouth, and tears were choked out of her eyes.
She grabbed the bag of medicine and ran back up.
The light in the operating room was on, the surgery was still ongoing.
Willie handed her the prepared meal.
"Thank you!"
She opened it without looking at the food inside.
She picked up the fork and started eating quickly.
Every bite she took was urgent.
The surgery wasn't over yet, but she knew Quentin wouldn't die; he would come out safely.
So, she had to take care of her wounds, she had to eat well.
She couldn't let Quentin worry.
When Quentin came out, she wouldn't have time to take care of herself, she needed to put all her energy into him.
'Quentin, see, I'm being good, I'm taking good care of myself.'
She thought while she chewed her food, tears uncontrollably streaming down.
In the end, the tears mixed with the food, and she swallowed them together.
When she looked up again, Willie, who had just finished a phone call, walked over anxiously.
"Ms. Morgan, bad news, Mrs. Taft knows about Mr. Taft's injury, she's on her way here, I'm afraid she'll make things difficult for you, I'll have someone escort you out the back door."
Grace shook her head firmly, "Quentin hasn't come out of danger yet, I won't leave!"
"If she wants to come, let her come, what am I afraid of?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ruby rushed over.
"Grace, you cursed person, you have no conscience, Quentin is lying in the operating room, life or death unknown, and you have the mood to eat?"
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