Chapter 768 Childhood Memories 1
The atmosphere between the two grew increasingly ambiguous, as hot as a blazing fire.
Quentin looked at her with gentle eyes, but Grace suddenly frowned and let out a soft groan.
"What's wrong?"
She pointed to the stove behind her. "I got poked. My back hurts."
With a low chuckle, Quentin exerted some force with his arm, and their positions instantly switched.
"How about now?" he asked, looking at her tenderly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"I meant, how does it feel leaning against me? Comfortable?"
Grace's cheeks turned red. "It's definitely more comfortable than leaning against the stove."
Quentin said, "Grace, I like hearing the truth. Is it just more comfortable than the stove?"
Grace glanced at the steak that had just been served. "It smells so good. I'm hungry. Let's have dinner first."
With that, she pushed Quentin away and ran off like a bunny.
Quentin was left watching her back, his face full of affection.
During dinner, Grace fully displayed the qualities of a perfect girlfriend.
"Wow, Quentin, this steak not only smells amazing but tastes even better."
"And it's tender, juicy, and absolutely delicious. It's master-level cooking. I love it."
She kept praising Quentin, nonstop, enthusiastically.
Besides the compliments, Grace was also very proactive.
She quickly finished the large piece of steak in front of her.
"It was so good. I'm so full."
"I just hope it won't be too long before I get to taste your cooking again."
As she spoke, she blinked her eyes and looked at Quentin expectantly. "Quentin, will you cook for me again next time?"
"Grace," Quentin looked at her, sitting upright, and finally spoke seriously, "You've finally revealed your true intentions."
"You kept praising me just so I'd cook for you again next time?"
Grace stuck out her tongue. "I might have exaggerated a bit, but I was telling the truth. Your steak is really delicious. Besides, if it wasn't good, I wouldn't be craving your cooking for next time!"
Seeing her lively and charming demeanor, Quentin couldn't help but gently tap her head with a spoon. "Just let me know next time you want to eat."
"Yay!"
Feeling victorious, Grace was in a good mood.
After Quentin finished eating, she eagerly went to clean up the dishes.
Quentin had given the villa staff a few days off, so it was just the two of them, and they had to do everything themselves.
After tidying up the kitchen, Grace came out and found Quentin not resting but bending over to clean up the mess she had made in the living room.
He was so proactive and considerate.
Grace felt a bit embarrassed and walked over to apologize.
"Sorry, Quentin, for messing up your living space. Willie just texted me and told me you don't like the living room being messy."
"Dummy." He glanced at her and only said this.
Grace was worried that he would be angry and immediately followed him.
The next moment, Quentin's voice continued, "I don't like it, but you're the only exception."
With that, Grace was stunned.
Her heart felt warm, and her eyes became moist. She didn't know what to say.
In the end, she could only run up and hug him tightly.
Her cheek pressed against his back, and she could hear her clear heartbeat.
"Quentin, you're so good to me. What if you spoil me?"
"I'd be happy to."
Turning around, he looked at her with gentle eyes, his heart filled with possessiveness. "The more spoiled, the better. That way, you won't look at any other man but me."
Grace hugged him tighter.
She thought, 'Silly, Quentin, you're actually a fool too. You don't need to spoil me so much. From a long time ago, even before you knew it, my heart has only had room for you, only cared about you.'
But she had never told him all this time. 'Quentin, I love you very much, and you're my only love.'
After sitting in the living room for a while, they went upstairs.
Quentin took a shower first and went to bed.
When Grace opened the bathroom door and came out in her pajamas, he was leaning on the bed reading a book.
His gentle features and focused expression, especially the contour of his side profile, were incredibly attractive.
Even after seeing so many male celebrities, she was captivated by Quentin's looks.
Getting into bed, she gently slipped under the covers and lay in his arms, holding him.
"Are you sleepy?" he asked her.
"No, I can't sleep." She shook her head.
Quentin could tell that she hadn't been in a good mood these past two days.
She was extremely tired and exhausted.
But her sleep had been poor these past few days.
Even the joy she felt with him in the living room earlier wasn't lasting, just temporary.
After that moment passed, her eyes were filled with sadness and worry again.
He was waiting for her to speak up.
"Do you want me to sing to you?"
He remembered that time on set when she couldn't sleep and called him, asking him to sing.
"I'm not in the mood for a song today." She replied.
"A story?"
Grace shook her head again.
Quentin put down his book, turned off the room light, leaving only a wall lamp emitting a faint glow.
Under the covers, he held her tightly, his hands around her waist, almost merging her into his body.
In this way, she would never leave him, and he could hold her tightly forever.
Touching her foot with his, he immediately frowned. "Didn't you just take a bath? Why are your feet so cold?"
Saying this, he used one hand to warm her foot.
His hands were really big and gentle.
As he gently rubbed her foot, it felt warm and comfortable, and a warmth gathered in her heart.
.
Sleepiness slowly crept in, and she suddenly turned around and hugged Quentin tightly.
She lifted her head and rubbed her cheek against his slightly rough stubble.
"It pricks."
"You came to me, and now you're blaming my stubble?" He lowered his head, touching her nose with his.
At that moment, their breaths and heartbeats were so close.
Grace clenched her hand, mustering great courage, and finally spoke softly, "Quentin, do you remember the first time we met?"
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