Chapter 780 The Final Favor 1
Quentin had never felt his heart in such torment.
In his arms, Grace's eyes were filled with him.
She said she missed him, loved him.
Listening to her confession, he felt excited, thrilled, happy; but it was accompanied by a deep sense of guilt and heavy remorse.
How was he going to tell Grace that he had to temporarily marry Caroline?
How would Grace react?
Could she accept it?
Seeing her smiling, innocent, and lively face, his heart ached even more.
It was all his fault; he wasn't strong enough, strong enough to protect her from everything and overcome all obstacles.
'Grace, if you knew, would you blame me?' Quentin thought.
His eyes fell on Grace's delicate face, and his heart felt like it was being gnawed by thousands of ants, torturing him madly.
Her smile was sunny, bright, and cheerful, just like when they first met, and she was everyone's goddess.
He had hurt her before, making her afraid to open up to anyone.
This time, he had spent a great deal of time and effort.
He carefully nurtured her, respected her, listened to her, protected her, and finally, with his love, he slowly melted her heart, making her show her most beautiful smile.
But now, he had destroyed it all with his hands.
Grace leaned against Quentin, feeling a bit frustrated.
She had just said so many sweet words, almost without reservation, telling him everything in her heart.
She wasn't afraid of him saying she was not reserved, nor was she afraid of him laughing at her.
She just wanted to express her love openly and boldly.
If it were any other time, he would have been very happy, wanting to hold her dearly.
But today, he seemed particularly silent.
"Quentin," Grace tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Is something wrong with the company? Or do you have something on your mind?"
"Why do you ask?" He lowered his head, gently stroking her hair as usual, very tenderly.
"I just feel like you're particularly quiet today."
"It's nothing." He pulled her closer into his arms. "Just a bit tired."
"Well, then I won't bother you. Close your eyes and rest for a while."
"Alright."
Closing his eyes, Quentin had no sleepiness at all.
He felt sorry for Grace.
In his heart, he had said this countless times.
Several times, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he lacked the courage to speak.
Even one more day would be good, so Grace could be happy for a little longer, and he could see her smile a little more.
When getting out of the car, as Grace took her first step, Quentin suddenly grabbed her.
"Still tired? Feeling better?" Seeing his tired face and furrowed brows, Grace felt extremely distressed.
"Much better, I'll carry you in."
"No, there are so many people watching! Besides, I don't want you to get tired."
Lowering his head, he kissed her forehead and said, "Everyone will just think we have a good relationship, no one will laugh."
"Grace, I just suddenly want to hold you."
As if by holding her, she would always be in his arms, and he wouldn't have to worry about her leaving.
"Alright, then hold me."
Carrying Grace into the living room, they had lunch together.
Originally, she thought he would go to the company after lunch, but he patiently stayed with her.
"Quentin, aren't you going to the company?" she asked expectantly.
"Not today, I'll stay home and keep you company."
Hearing this, Grace showed her heartfelt smile.
"Is there anything you want to do? I'll go with you."
"Alright, I have a lot of things I want to do. Are you sure you want to accompany me?"
"Of course, wherever you go, I'll go."
"Then I want to have a cup of hand-brewed coffee from that shop. I haven't had it for a month, and I miss it; then I want to go to the flower market, buy a bouquet of fresh flowers."
Hearing this, Quentin took her hand, "I neglected it, forgot to give you flowers."
"Today isn't a special holiday or anniversary, you don't need to give me flowers! Besides, I don't want those pre-packaged bouquets from the store."
"I just want to stroll around, pick the flowers I like by hand, and then arrange them myself. The weather is so nice today, sunny and bright, and I get to see you, hold your hand, and go together. Isn't that the most pleasant thing?"
After saying this, Grace smiled and snuggled into his arms.
Willie had gone back to the company, so someone else drove the car.
They arrived at the coffee shop.
As soon as they entered, Grace couldn't wait, happily rubbing her hands.
But they were too late; the coffee in this shop was limited, and it was already sold out.
"Alright, I'll come back next time!" Grace was a bit disappointed.
She had tasted many famous and expensive coffees, but this shop's coffee was just to her taste, as if it were tailor-made for her.
Seeing her disappointment, Quentin asked, "Do you like this shop's coffee that much?"
"I've been thinking about it for a month." She pouted, a bit disappointed.
After all, she had been longing for it for so long, thinking she could taste it as soon as she came back, but ended up empty-handed.
That feeling of hope turning into disappointment was really unpleasant.
Quentin led her to a chair. "Wait here for me, I'll be right back."
With that, his tall figure turned and walked inside.
No one knew what he said, but about ten minutes later, Grace smelled the aroma of hand-brewed coffee.
Her eyes lit up, and she turned around excitedly.
At that moment, a waiter walked over, "Ms. Morgan, Mr. Taft asks you to wait a moment, the coffee will be ready in ten minutes."
"Really?"
Blinking her eyes, she couldn't believe it, it was too surprising.
"Absolutely."
Ten minutes later, Quentin, in a long black coat, with slender fingers holding a delicate coffee cup, walked over gracefully and elegantly.
"Try it!"
After sitting down, he placed the coffee in front of Grace.
Grace widened her eyes, looking at the steaming coffee in front of her, then at Quentin sitting opposite her, she could hardly believe it.
She picked up the coffee and took a small sip.
When the rich aroma filled her mouth, the familiar taste overwhelmed her, and she was even more astonished.
"Is it good? Or should I ask, is the taste authentic, is it what you like?"
Grace nodded vigorously, "Exactly the same, it's the taste I like. Quentin, you're amazing, how did you do it?"
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