Chapter 831 Quentin, I'm Getting Married 1
Kenneth looked up and asked seriously, "Are you serious?"
"I'm very sure."
Kenneth nodded, "Alright, I agree. When do you want to have the wedding?"
Hearing this response, Grace was quite stunned.
She had thought she would have to persuade him, but she didn't expect Kenneth to agree so readily.
"Mr. Powell, you don't have to agree so quickly. You can think about it first because there are some things I haven't explained to you yet."
Kenneth's lips curled into a faint smile as he raised an eyebrow and asked lightly, "Are there conditions you want to discuss with me?"
Grace nodded and spoke sincerely, "Mr. Powell, there are a few things about the marriage that I want to explain to you in advance."
"First, we are only in a contractual relationship, so there will be no property disputes or emotional entanglements. There will be no need to fulfill marital responsibilities and obligations. Before the marriage, I will cooperate with you to do a property notarization, and I will not covet any money from the Powell family."
"As for after the marriage, I will continue to take care of Mark as I do now. But when he wakes up and his legs recover, allowing him to live like a normal person, I hope we can peacefully dissolve the marriage contract."
"Before the contract is dissolved, I will cooperate with you to play the role of a wife, but we will not sleep together. We will each have our own independent space and not interfere with each other's private lives. Of course, I will always remember my identity and never cause you any negative impact."
Grace was a bit nervous after saying all this, fearing that Kenneth would refuse.
However, Kenneth remained exceptionally calm, as if he had anticipated it.
"I can agree to your terms, but I also have one condition."
"Please, Mr. Powell, go ahead!"
"Since we have decided to marry, you should call me Kenneth from now on. Calling me Mr. Powell seems too distant."
Grace nodded and answered the previous question, "Can we set the wedding for ten days from now?"
Hearing this, Kenneth thought for a moment, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
But he said nothing, just nodded.
"The time is a bit rushed, but since you have agreed to marry me, you are my wife. I will help you achieve your first request no matter what."
Grace looked at him with gratitude, "Thank you, ..."
Halfway through her sentence, Grace immediately changed her address and softly called, "Kenneth."
Kenneth nodded, "For the next few days, don't think about anything. Rest well at home and take care of your health. Be my bride in ten days."
"Leave everything else to me. You don't need to worry."
Grace nodded and then left the study.
On the fifth day.
She received a call from Quentin: "Grace, do your words count?"
"They do. Don't worry, no matter how late it is today, I will wait for you to come."
As she said this, Grace was already waiting in the café.
The owner personally made her a cup of her favorite coffee, as rich and enticing as always.
But today, it tasted somewhat bitter.
Just as she took a sip, the door suddenly opened.
Then she saw Quentin's tall and slender figure walking in.
Having just recovered from a serious illness, Quentin looked much thinner and slightly haggard.But his features were as sharp and handsome as ever, the familiar face in her memory.
Seeing him, Grace pointed to the chair opposite her, "Sit down!"
Quentin quickly took a seat and immediately noticed the cup of coffee in front of him.
Grace explained, "You bought this café for me back then, but you never tasted it yourself. Take the opportunity to try it today."
Quentin nodded and took a big sip.
This time, the meeting was not as tense as the last one; both of them seemed exceptionally calm.
Not just their facial expressions, but their every move seemed more composed and serene.
"Grace."
Unable to hold back any longer, Quentin called her name in a hoarse voice.
Grace brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and nodded lightly, "I'm glad you came, Quentin. I have something I want to tell you in person."
"What is it?"
Quentin asked almost impatiently, looking particularly excited and eager.
Seeing the expression on his face, Grace felt a pang of pain in her heart.
But she quickly composed herself, took an invitation from her bag, and handed it over.
Looking at the exquisite wedding invitation on the table, Quentin could hardly believe his eyes.
He was sure he wasn't seeing things and that he wasn't hallucinating.
It was indeed a wedding invitation.
With a trembling voice, he grabbed Grace's hand in disbelief, "What does this mean?"
Grace looked at him and calmly replied, "Just as you see, I'm getting married."
"In a few days, there will be media reports about it, but since we had a relationship and have been entangled for so long, I think I should tell you in person."
Quentin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her, "Grace, I don't believe you. You're lying to me, right?"
"Mr. Taft, the wedding invitation is already made. Do you think I would lie to you about something like this?"
Quentin shook his head firmly, "Mark is in a coma. Besides him, I don't believe you could marry anyone else."
"Mark's brother, Kenneth."
Grace looked at him and said calmly.
Unable to hold back any longer, Quentin grabbed her arm, "No, Grace, you're lying to me! You can't possibly marry Kenneth. This is all fake, right?"
"Quentin, I'm not lying to you. It's all true. You can check if you don't believe me."
However, Grace's words shattered all of Quentin's illusions.
"So you came today just to tell me you're getting married?" Quentin asked.
Grace nodded, "Yes, after thinking it over, I decided it was better to tell you in person."
"Don't you want to know what illness I had, how I spent these days in the hospital? Don't you want to know what I have to say to you?" Quentin asked persistently.
But all his questions were met with a shake of Grace's head.
"No, at this point, your matters should be handled by Caroline. Since I've decided to marry Kenneth, I should fulfill my duties as his wife and not concern myself with other men, especially someone with the sensitive identity of an ex-boyfriend."
"As for what you want to say," Grace smiled bitterly, "it's no longer important."
"Do you know? Some answers, if you wait too long, you no longer want to hear them. So there's no need to say them anymore."
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