Chapter 774 Grace, Have You Thought It Through?
"Quentin, I love you."
Her voice was so soft and gentle.
Her eyes were like the most beautiful and brightest stars in the night sky, incredibly captivating.
"Grace." Quentin's throat involuntarily moved as he felt his body heat up.
He had a strong premonition in his heart; he couldn't hold back anymore.
In the past, just having her lie beside him without doing anything would arouse him greatly.
But this time, her tender and affectionate gaze felt almost unbearable."I'm going to take a shower."
As soon as he finished speaking, Quentin lifted the blanket and got up to leave the bed.
Grace suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, her bright eyes looking at him, "Didn't you just take a shower?"
Because of this sentence, Quentin's whole body was once again filled with a rush of blood.
In an instant, he had a strong premonition that he would eventually drown in her tenderness, with no escape.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and spoke suppressively, "Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Grace suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"What if I won't let you go?"
She was teasing him; this was the only thought in Quentin's mind at that moment.
"Grace, do you know what you're saying?" His voice was hoarse, and the hand holding her waist was already at its limit, veins bulging.
"Of course I know, Quentin."
"Then why are you..."
This time, before Quentin could finish his sentence, Grace suddenly lifted her head and kissed him with her soft, pink lips.
His mind went blank; it was the first time Quentin had experienced such a moment of emptiness.
The hand holding her waist froze, and he stood there like a statue.
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Grace let go of him, feeling a bit disappointed, "I guess I misunderstood."
As soon as she let go, the next moment, she was pressed onto the bed, and Quentin's figure loomed over her, his eyes serious as he spoke, "Grace, have you thought it through? Are you willing?"
As he spoke, his Adam's apple moved wildly.
Grace wrapped her arms around his neck again and gently closed her eyes.
In that moment, all the answers were in her silent actions.
Although she didn't speak, it was more direct than words.
He could no longer control himself.
He lowered his head and kissed the lips he had longed for day and night with a passion.
"Grace, once you've made up your mind, I won't give you a chance to regret it."
He growled, holding her soft body tightly, both domineering and gentle, possessive.
The room was very quiet, with only the soft, moving sounds playing gently.
The night was long.
Their time together was even longer.
For the rest of their lives, they just wanted to hold each other's hands and walk through it together.
Grace was exhausted.
She lay on the bed like a delicate flower, eyes closed, gently sleeping.
Quentin got up and kissed her forehead, then went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette in the night, taking out his phone to call Willie.
"Yes, Mr. Taft, I'll arrange it first thing in the morning."
It was 2 AM.
Seeing how tired she was, Quentin felt a deep ache in his heart.
He reached out and turned off Grace's alarm clock, setting it to silent mode.
Then he wrapped his long arm around her and fell into a deep sleep.
The morning sunlight was especially bright.
When Quentin woke up, it was 7 AM.
Seeing Grace sleeping soundly, he moved quietly, not wanting to disturb her, and gently left the room.
As soon as he went downstairs, he called Willie, "Is everything ready?"
"Mr. Taft, everything is prepared."
"I heard from Linda that a new assistant is accompanying Grace this time. They agreed to meet at the airport. Take care of that."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Receiving the order, Willie didn't dare delay and immediately headed to the airport.
At the airport, Willie felt helpless.
He had never met Susan, so how was he supposed to find her?
Willie was about to call Linda to ask when he suddenly turned and bumped into something.
First, he felt a burning sensation on his arm and smelled a strong coffee aroma. Looking down, he saw that he had spilled the other person's coffee.
Two cups, no less!
It was quite a mess.
Sure enough, haste makes waste.
Even more troublesome was Susan holding the two spilled cups of coffee, looking at him with a mix of urgency and resentment.
She didn't say anything, but her expression looked like she was about to cry.
Actually, it wasn't entirely his fault; Susan was also strange. Who carries two cups of hot coffee around an airport like that?
But seeing her looking so delicate, biting her lip, and appearing so pitiful, he couldn't bring himself to blame her.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
After speaking, Willie took out his wallet and handed her some money, "Consider this my compensation. Go buy two more cups."
Susan, looking quiet and gentle, suddenly had a sharp look in her eyes as she raised her head, "I don't want your money."
"Do you know how important this coffee is to me? I got up early to buy it from another place."
Yesterday, before leaving, Linda had repeatedly reminded her that Grace liked the hand-ground coffee from a shop in the north of the city.
Linda said that with such an early flight, Grace probably didn't sleep well, so Susan had to get up early to prepare Grace's favorite coffee.
Susan had managed to bring two hot cups over.
But now the coffee was spilled.
She was extremely frustrated.
"Forget it, I'll just consider myself unlucky. I don't care about your money."
The main issue was that it was a long trip, and it had been really difficult for Susan to get the coffee.
Grace wouldn't be able to have the coffee this time, and the next chance would probably be a month later.
The key was that in Linda's mind, Susan's performance would definitely be rated lower.
On her first day out, the first task, Susan had messed it up.
Thinking about this, Susan's eyes turned red, and she felt incredibly upset.
Willie was anxious, feeling both sorry for Susan and aware that Quentin's task was urgent and couldn't be delayed.
"It is my fault. I have something urgent to attend to. How about you wait here for a bit? Once I finish my task, I'll get you two more cups, okay?"
Susan waved her hand, "Forget it, I forgive you. I have a flight to catch today and no time to buy more."
With that, she turned and walked away.
Susan checked the flight information at the airport while calling Grace.
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