Chapter 771 Quentin Proposed
Grace's eyes sparkled with tears as she nodded vigorously.
At the same time, she looked at him sincerely, "Quentin, now that I've found you, I can finally say a sincere and formal thank you. Thank you for saving me back then, and thank you for appearing in my life."
"I love you, my one and only."
Simultaneously, her lips gently kissed his.
Although it was just a light touch, both of their hearts were pounding intensely.
Grace was willing to reveal everything from her past, even the worst and most unbearable experiences, without any concealment, and tell him everything.
She had already decided to give her entire life to him without reservation.
And for Quentin, her wholehearted devotion, her complete openness, and her willingness to share everything with him despite the pain, was a tremendous trust.
"Thank you, Grace!"
"Thank you, Quentin!"
They lowered their heads, touching each other's noses, and spoke in unison, saying the same thing.
After speaking, they looked at each other and both laughed.
At that time, there were rumors in the circle that Grace was very aloof and had a strong personality, rejecting all sexual transactions.
Initially, he was indeed somewhat interested because of the rumors, feeling a man's desire for conquest; later, it was probably lust.
So, he extended an invitation to her.
Unexpectedly, she agreed.
Now thinking back, Quentin couldn't help but ask, "It wasn't because I was impressive or special at the time, but because you recognized my license plate and knew I was the one who saved your life back then, right?"
"Yes, you're not too narcissistic. Otherwise, with so many people inviting me to dinner, why do you think I only accepted your invitation? Do you really think it's because you're exceptionally handsome? There are handsome guys all over the entertainment industry..."
Before she could finish, Quentin pressed her down.
His voice was full of threat, "Is that so? I'll give you a chance."
"Say it again, are they as handsome as me?"
Grace pleaded, holding his neck, "Okay, I was wrong. You're the most handsome in the world, no one can compare."
"That's more like it."
Anyway, the longer Grace stayed with him, the more she realized that men could be childish sometimes, just like kids.
Who said only women like to hear sweet words? Men do too.
After expressing her thoughts, Grace felt particularly relieved.
As the scenes of the past were healed in his arms, she felt especially warm and secure.
That night, she had the best sleep she had had in days.
So when she woke up in the morning, it was already close to noon.
After a good sleep, she was in a good mood and felt much more energetic.
When she opened the curtains and stretched, she suddenly felt a dazzling light.
At first, she thought it was sunlight reflecting in, but upon closer inspection, the light was coming from her hand.
She retracted her hands, and when she saw what was on her hand, she was stunned.
A ring had appeared on her ring finger.
Her memory wasn't wrong; it definitely wasn't there last night.
And this morning, it was on her finger, so when did he secretly put it on her?
But it didn't seem to matter when.
Just looking at the ring on her hand was enough to make her happy all day.
Her heart was filled with happiness.
The sparkle on her finger reminded her that she was about to marry him.
When this moment truly arrived, it felt a bit unreal, like a dream.
She closed her eyes, patted her face, and opened her eyes again. When the ring was still on her ring finger, she finally believed everything was real.
She couldn't wait to call Quentin.
"Awake? Did you sleep well?" He answered quickly.
"I slept well." She nodded, feeling a bit shy about what she wanted to say. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke softly, "Quentin, I saw it."
"Do you like it?"
"I like it, it's beautiful." She answered honestly.
"Do you regret it?" Suddenly, Quentin asked, "Regret that I didn't give you a grand proposal, regret that I didn't follow the process, ask you if you would marry me, and wait for your answer. I just put the ring on you while you were asleep."
Grace shook her head firmly, "Of course not. Do you think I really care about those formalities? It was to encourage you, to make you live on, not to give up hope."
"I can't say I don't like them, but more than the ceremony, what I really want is mutual consent and mutual affection. I know how good you are to me. I don't need a flower-decorated ceremony to prove it, so I don't regret it at all."
"But Quentin, since you've put the ring on me, you must remember your identity from now on and not flirt with other women."
Quentin denied it, "Have I ever flirted with women? I don't remember."
"You're shameless."
However, regarding the sense of ceremony in a proposal, although Grace was very open-minded, Quentin felt very guilty and sorry.
"Grace, thank you for understanding, but I know I owe you."
"My mom doesn't agree with our marriage, so I don't want to make it too grand, and I don't want any complications. I've already got people planning the wedding."
"Although it can't be grand, it will definitely be solemn and warm, giving you an unforgettable wedding. I don't want to be hasty and careless because of time constraints."
"When everything is ready, we'll get married, just inviting some close friends and family. How does that sound?"
Grace agreed immediately, "Okay."
At that moment, it really felt like a dream.
Suddenly, the wedding was so close.
"Quentin, after we get married, will you let me continue acting?"
After some hesitation, Grace asked the question she had been worried about.
After all, once married, she would bear the title of Mrs. Taft, and everything would be different. The entertainment industry environment wasn't great, and few people wanted their wives to continue in the acting business.
"Of course, as long as you're happy."
When these words reached her ears, Grace was extremely happy and deeply moved.
"Quentin, thank you, thank you for supporting my dreams and not restricting me."
Quentin suddenly spoke, "Don't be happy too soon. My agreement comes with conditions. Don't forget, I'm the evil capitalist in your words."
Grace was stunned.
"So, what are your conditions?"
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