Chapter 832 Quentin, I'm Getting Married 2
"From now on, let's just go our separate ways and be well!"
After saying this, Grace forced herself to hold back the bitterness in her heart.
Quentin grabbed her arm and was reluctant to let go. "Grace, tell me, how can two people who love each other just go their separate ways and be well? I can't do it!"
"You will!" Grace looked at him comfortingly. "Time will take everything away and make people forget everything."
"Over the years, day after day, eventually, your life will only have Caroline left."
"And what about you?" Quentin looked at her painfully. "Do you mean that your life will only have Kenneth left?"
"He's my husband, of course, that's how it should be."
Quentin looked at her, feeling as if his heart was pierced by thousands of sharp swords; the pain was excruciating.
They didn't speak anymore, but neither of them got up to leave.
The entire coffee shop had only the two of them.
The rich aroma of coffee surrounded them, along with the soft yellow light; everything was beautiful.
Unfortunately, they were already broken.
Neither of them was in a hurry to leave, they both held their cups of coffee, cherishing them, taking small sips.
Perhaps they both knew that once the coffee was finished, it would be the real goodbye, the real time to leave.
At some point, heavy snow began to fall outside the window.
One flake after another, silently, quickly covering the entire ground in white.
With the last sip of coffee, they both drank it at the same time, as if they had a tacit understanding.
Grace spoke first, "The coffee is finished, so I'll go now, goodbye!"
"I'll walk you out!" Quentin followed closely.
He opened the door for her, and as soon as the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind blew in.
Then, the snowflakes drifted in.
In no time, their heads and shoulders were covered with snow.
Without thinking, Quentin draped his coat over Grace.
In an instant, her entire nose was filled with his scent, familiar and fresh, all invading her senses.
Her nose tingled, and she quickly turned around, looking up.
The snow continued to fall silently, the whole world was covered in white, and it was beautiful.
They walked in the snow.
With each step, their hands brushed against each other several times, but this time, neither of them reached out to hold the other's hand.
Or perhaps, even if they held hands at this moment, what difference would it make?
Quentin's gentle voice came to her ears: "Grace, do you remember the first snow last time? We were here too."
"I remember."
"I remember." She nodded lightly.
How could she not remember?
Everything, she remembered it all too clearly.
When she saw the first snowflake falling outside the window, she recalled everything that had happened here.
That day, it also snowed heavily, and the whole world was white.
The snow on the ground was thick and soft, making a sound when stepped on.
But they held each other's hands, slowly walking and chatting in the snow.
She remembered, he held her hand tightly, keeping her warm;
She remembered, he bent down and carried her on his back, walking in the snow for a long, long time;
She also remembered, he took her to ride the Ferris wheel, making a wish at the highest point, hoping they could be together forever, never be apart!
But they didn't end up together,
This road suddenly seemed very long, they walked side by side for a long, long time, but never saw the end.
Suddenly, Quentin bent down in front of her. "Just like last time, let me carry you!"
Grace hesitated, looking at him.
"Maybe it's the last time in this life, let's give each other a good farewell, so we won't have any regrets when we think back!"
Sure enough, Quentin knew how to make her agree.
This time, Grace didn't refuse.
She lay on his back, listening to the strong heartbeat from his body, and for a moment, she felt like crying.
"Quentin." She called him.
"What's up?"
"Do you believe in parallel universes?"
"No."
Grace said, "I believe, maybe in a parallel universe, there's another you and me, they have no regrets, no missed opportunities, they are happily together, and have several children."
Quentin: "I don't care about them, I only care about you and me."
He wanted to forget everything, just carry her like this, walking forever.
But no matter how long the road, it always had an end.
So, when he saw the black car not far away, Quentin let go of Grace, and Grace got off his back.
"Kenneth is here to pick me up. When you get home, maybe Caroline will be waiting for you. I'll go now, goodbye!"
In the world, some people might be missed once and never seen again.
But just as Grace was about to step away, Quentin suddenly reached out, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly.
"Grace, do you really want to marry him so much?"
"You have no feelings for each other, I remember you said, if you ever get married, it must be to someone you love, to build a happy family."
Grace nodded. "Yes, but now I've changed my mind. A happy family doesn't necessarily need to be built by people who truly love each other; a couple who respect each other can also do it."
"Kenneth treats me well, in terms of personality, temper, and all aspects, he is excellent, and more importantly, we are very compatible."
"So, Mr. Taft, I'm not acting on impulse, I've thought it through!"
Quentin's heart ached, he opened his mouth, and suddenly, he bit Grace's shoulder.
His bite made her feel pain!
Immediately, Grace's eyes filled with tears, but she held them back.
In her ear was Quentin's low, hoarse voice: "Grace, won't you beg me?"
"Beg you for what?"
"Beg me not to crash the wedding, and beg me to let you marry him!"
Grace smiled, her hand gently touching his face. "Mr. Taft, do you know what day my wedding with him is?"
"What day?"
"The same day as your wedding with Caroline."
After saying that, Grace looked at him. "So I know you won't come to ruin my wedding, and you won't crash it."
"What if?" Quentin stared at her intently.
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