Chapter 762 Accompanying Her Together 1
Grace held her phone, extremely excited.
When she went back in the evening, she told Quentin about it.
She booked a flight for the next morning, and she had to get up and leave by around six.
So, for once, she didn't stay up late and went to bed early.
The alarm rang, and when she woke up, it was dawn.
Under the blanket, Quentin was sleeping soundly.
The air conditioner was on, so the room was very warm. Quentin had half of his body exposed to the air.
In the light of the wall lamp, his powerful back came into view, especially the well-defined muscles and perfect lines, making Grace's heart feel warm.
After washing up and getting dressed, Grace left without waking him, just planting a kiss on his forehead.
But as soon as Grace lowered her head, Quentin, who had been lying on his side, suddenly turned his face.
In an instant, Grace's red lips landed on his.
Warm and exceptionally soft.
Unexpectedly, Grace's eyes widened. Supporting herself was tiring, and just as she was about to get up, a large hand firmly held the back of her head.
Immediately, his breath forcefully and dominantly invaded.
Without giving her a chance to be surprised, Quentin deepened the kiss.
After a few minutes, he finally let her go, his voice carrying the morning's drowsiness and an indescribable sexiness, "Are you going to catch a flight?"
"Yes, you sleep a bit more."
"Okay."
Grace pulled her suitcase and got into the car, heading straight to the airport.
After completing the check-in procedures, she boarded the plane at the designated time.
When she got in, the person next to her was already seated.
The man was dressed in a gray casual outfit, very tall and well-built, but his face was obscured by a fashion magazine.
Grace noticed this, not because she was attracted to the man.
But at first glance, she felt a sense of familiarity.
For some reason, Grace thought he looked a lot like Quentin.
But after thinking about it, she felt it was impossible. She must be missing Quentin.
When she left in the morning, Quentin was in bed. How could he suddenly appear next to her?
Shaking her head, Grace stopped thinking about it.
Having gotten up early, she felt sleepy and closed her eyes to sleep.
She fell asleep quickly, and within a few minutes, she was in a deep sleep.
At that time, the man next to her gently put down the magazine, waved to the flight attendant, and asked for a blanket, gently covering Grace with it.
The flight attendant, after delivering the blanket, was quite moved by the outstanding man in front of her.
Blushing slightly, the flight attendant mustered the courage to ask for his number.
Quentin politely declined, "Sorry, my wife is sleeping now. If she hears, she won't be happy."
The flight attendant could only leave with a face full of regret.
The flight was very smooth, so Grace slept soundly.
Quentin worked on his laptop beside her, occasionally tapping the keyboard lightly, but the sound was so minimal that it didn't disturb her at all.
Over an hour later, Grace turned over, seeming to wake up. Quentin immediately closed his laptop, closed his eyes, and quickly covered his face with the magazine.
A few minutes later, Quentin peeked through the gap and saw that Grace was sleeping.
He sighed in relief, closed his eyes, and slept with her.
Grace woke up twenty minutes later.
As soon as Grace opened her eyes, she saw the blanket covering her.
It was strange. She remembered not having a blanket before she fell asleep.
"Excuse me, can I ask about this blanket?"
Coincidentally, Grace called the same flight attendant.
"The blanket was put on you by your husband," the flight attendant explained.
Grace was shocked by this answer.
But soon, a possibility flashed in her mind.
Could it be?
Once she had a guess, the more she looked, the more Grace felt it was Quentin.
Two minutes later, she was sure the person next to her was Quentin.
Alright, he traveled with her without telling her in advance.
She reached out and removed the magazine covering his face, and sure enough, she saw that familiar face.
After looking, she covered him again and continued to rest, pretending not to know.
She wanted to see who would break first.
Just like that, Grace slept until the plane was about to land.
Quentin curiously observed Grace beside him, seriously thinking about how she could sleep so much.
Grace had almost slept from takeoff to landing.
Besides, he had been very well-behaved last night, without any inappropriate actions.
If he were to cuddle her in bed in the future, wouldn't she sleep for an entire day?
It seemed Grace lacked exercise.
Quentin saw that the plane was about to land.
He couldn't hold back anymore and stopped pretending.
He reached out and gently poked Grace's soft cheek.
Grace knew he was teasing her and deliberately squinted her eyes, murmuring, "Who is it? Don't bother me."
"Grace, wake up. You've been sleeping for almost two hours."
Quentin's voice was extremely gentle in her ear.
Grace slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Quentin, she reached out, pinched his cheeks on both sides, and shook them angrily. "You big meanie, how dare you trick me?"
"Wasn't it to give you a surprise?"
Quentin said, somewhat disappointed, "But you don't seem surprised at all."
"I'm surprised, but you hid it too well."
"In the morning, when I left with my suitcase, you were still sleeping soundly. How did you board the plane before me?"
Quentin leaned in and hugged her waist. "For that, you have to trust Willie's driving skills. Also, I have a special passage."
"Alright."
He smiled and kissed her lips. "But you haven't told me if you're happy?"
"Of course, I'm happy!" Grace murmured.
After getting off the plane, the two of them went through a lot of trouble.
Following the address, they first took a taxi, then a town bus, and finally had a long way to go.
Because of road construction, many vehicles couldn't pass, and since it was in the mountains, no one was willing to go further, even for money.
If they walked, it would take at least an hour.
After much trouble, both of them were a bit exhausted.
Finally, Grace saw a cart being pulled by an ox from a distance.
"Wow, Quentin, we have hope."
"The road is clear, and there's a vehicle?" Quentin was full of hope.
Grace shook her head and pointed at the approaching cart pulled by a cow. "We'll take this. Look at the old man driving it; he looks kind-hearted. If we ask, he'll definitely give us a ride."
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