Chapter 809 Still in Love? 2
Quentin shook his head and let out a dry laugh, "That's not what I meant."
His long body lay lazily in the back seat, his expression one of utter defeat. "Maybe I was wrong from the start. I knew I couldn't give her what she wanted, so I shouldn't have disturbed her life."
"I shouldn't have used all sorts of underhanded methods to force her to stay with me, especially when I was already engaged to Caroline."
"Grace was right. With such coercion, she wouldn't be happy even if she stayed by my side."
Thinking of seeing Grace on TV yesterday, youthful and full of happiness, Quentin leaned back in pain.
"Since yesterday, I've been thinking that maybe letting go is the best thing for her."
"This way, she can pursue her happiness without being threatened by me anymore."
"These days, she hasn't been happy for a moment by my side. But when she left me, she smiled so brightly and happily. I don't want to cruelly erase the last bit of joy from her face."
Quentin said a lot, but Willie disagreed.
"Mr. Taft, you agreed to marry Ms. Stewart for Ms. Morgan in the first place!"
"If, after all this, you can't be with Ms. Morgan, then what was all this for?"
Quentin's eyes reddened, heat rolling within them. "I do want to be with Grace, to marry her, to give her happiness, to spend my life with her."
"But if being with her would put her in danger."
"Then I'd rather just protect her from afar, watching her be safe and happy."
The light ahead turned red, and Willie stopped the car.
But Willie thought for a long time and couldn't find a word of comfort.
The car was silent as Willie quietly drove to the place where Grace was filming her show.
It was already past 9 PM when they arrived.
People were coming out one after another, indicating that the show had just finished recording.
Quentin didn't refuse because it was only when the car arrived here that he realized how much he missed Grace.
His heart ached with longing!
Under the moonlight, Quentin sat quietly in the car, waiting.
After about ten minutes, almost everyone had left.
Finally, Quentin saw two figures walking outside side by side from a distance.
Almost immediately, he saw Grace. She was wearing a white dress, looking gentle and beautiful under the moonlight.
Thinking of her standing next to Mark on the show, looking so dependent, Quentin's heart ached with a fine, prickling pain.
He thought for a long time, telling himself to let go and give Grace happiness.
Then he kept persuading himself, forcing himself, even compelling himself to face Caroline in a whole new way tonight.
But at this moment, when Quentin saw Grace and Mark walking out, talking and laughing, and saw how well they matched standing together, a surge of crazy jealousy rose in his heart.
Letting go was not easy!
It was getting late, and the wind was picking up outside. Grace, wearing only a long dress, felt a bit cold.
She gently rubbed her hands and hugged her arms.
She hadn't said a word yet when Mark's jacket was already draped over her shoulders.
"Grace, it's a bit cold. You're dressed lightly, don't catch a cold."
Seeing that he was left with only a shirt, Grace instinctively wanted to refuse, but before she could take off the jacket, Mark had already pressed her hand down.
"Grace, don't worry about me. I exercise regularly, this temperature is nothing to me."
"Besides, how could I just watch you cold?"
Seeing that she couldn't argue with him, Grace could only say thank you.
That night, both of their drivers were coincidentally late.
So they stood by the roadside for a while.
"Grace, has Quentin come to bother you again since you came back?" In the night, Mark's voice suddenly broke the silence.
Hearing this, Grace was stunned.
The longing she had hidden seemed to suddenly break open, fermenting wildly.
She clenched her fingers tightly. After a while, she heard her voice softly, "No, he kept his word and hasn't come to bother me again."
Mark nodded, "Grace, don't worry. If he dares to bother you again, just tell me. I won't let him get away with it."
Quentin probably wouldn't bother her for the rest of his life.
This was the result she had always wanted.
But when this moment finally came, she most at a loss was her.
"Mark, thank you, but he probably won't come again because we have completely broken up!"
Grace's voice was very calm when she said this, and her expression was as normal as could be.
Mark even thought this was the result she had longed for, and he smiled, "Grace, then congratulations..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Grace reach up to wipe her eyes.
Although it was dark, he couldn't see it clearly.
But at that moment, a voice in Mark's heart told him: Grace was crying. She wasn't as strong or as carefree as she seemed.
As a woman, she just didn't want to intrude on Quentin and Caroline's marriage and become a mistress everyone would scorn.
But in her heart, Grace deeply loved Quentin.
Grace repeatedly told Quentin she didn't want to be a mistress, hoping he would give up Caroline and choose her firmly.
But in the end, Quentin let her down. He chose Caroline.
Seeing Grace's slender figure, Mark's heart filled with infinite pity.
Grace lowered her head, saying nothing.
Her expression was calm, almost devoid of any other emotion.
But the more she hid, the more Mark's heart ached.
"Grace." Unable to hold back, he reached out and pulled Grace into his arms. "If you want to cry, just cry. I'll lend you my shoulder!"
Grace shook her head.
All day, she had been telling herself to be strong, so she absolutely couldn't cry easily.
"Grace, even if you fool everyone else, you can't fool my eyes. I know you still love Quentin. You hope he can give up everything and come to you without hesitation."
"But he didn't. Grace, I know you're hurting. I'll always be here for you."
Grace always thought she was very strong.
However, Mark's words easily made her burst into tears.
Her heart felt like it had been hit by something, and she couldn't control herself anymore. Tears flowed down.
She hugged Mark, crying like a little girl, her whole body trembling.
Mark kept comforting her, but when he looked up and saw the familiar vehicle opposite, he was suddenly stunned.
If he guessed correctly, the person sitting inside should be Quentin!
When did Quentin arrive?
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