Chapter 239: Chapter 237: Once You’re in His Heart, You’re the Winner (5)

"Since Young Master Lynch likes this bed so much, I’ll be sure to have someone deliver it to your doorstep tomorrow. And please, Young Master Lynch, understand your situation. I would never lie on a bed another man has touched." He squeezed Nora Ainsworth’s hand, their fingers intertwining as he turned and walked away.

Nora Ainsworth glanced back at Leon Lynch. At that moment, she had no idea what to say, so she decided to say nothing at all.

Outside the hotel, he turned to the side and let out a heavy snort. "That Lynch guy seems pretty concerned about you."

Nora Ainsworth pressed her lips into a smile. "I only see him as a friend."

"But he’s pursuing you relentlessly, like he’ll never give up. I’ll be with you on set for the next couple of days, and after filming is done, you’re to stay right by my side. I won’t allow any other man to get ideas about you."

Nora Ainsworth looped her arm through his. "I know."

Quentin Grant looked over at her. "Do you remember that abandoned mansion I once took you to?"

Nora Ainsworth nodded. "Of course, I remember. I even sprained my ankle on those pitch-black stairs."

He tightened his grip on her hand. "Come on, we’re going there tonight."

By the time the car stopped, Nora Ainsworth was almost asleep.

Getting out of the car, she found it was indeed chilly.

Quentin Grant walked ahead and crouched down, and Nora Ainsworth cooperatively climbed onto his back.

"From now on, I’ll never let you sprain your ankle again."

Nora Ainsworth hummed in response. "Are we on a real date?"

He looked back, his voice gentle and magnetic. "As long as you want to, every day can be a date, and every day can be Valentine’s Day."

Nora Ainsworth rested her head on his neck and said with a smile, "Then how long will you love me?"

He pondered for a moment before saying, "I don’t know how long we’ll live. But I think... probably until the very last moment of my life. And in the next life, I’ll love you still."

Listening to the sweet nothings he whispered, Nora Ainsworth was overcome with a feeling she’d never had before. Her heart raced, and she felt that as long as they were together, it didn’t matter what they did or where they were.

"Quentin Grant, I’m truly willing to believe that true love exists in this world. And I’m willing to believe that it’s you and me. Even if no one else gets a happy ending, I want to be brave and fight for ours."

He hitched her up by her bottom as he started up the stairs. "Good. I believe it too, Nora. I’ve grown so attached to our life together. I want to be with you every single day."

Nora Ainsworth chuckled softly as she was carried up to the rooftop.

A huge umbrella covered a sofa. On a table sat two bottles of red wine and two wine glasses. A lamp was placed to the side, and there was no telling how long it had been on.

He sat down on the sofa, and Nora Ainsworth slid off his back. She looked to the side. "Huh? There are blankets too? Were you planning on sleeping here tonight? You’d freeze to death."

He reached out and switched off the lamp. "Nora, what’s your life’s dream?"

Nora Ainsworth looked him straight in the eye. "To be with you."

The corners of his mouth lifted. Then, as if from nowhere, he suddenly produced a large bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

He turned the lamp on again, his eyes crinkling with a smile, his face bathed in a golden glow. "Do you like it?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Nora Ainsworth held her breath, staring at the huge bouquet of roses. But the most important thing wasn’t the flowers—it was the heart-shaped red box nestled among them. It was obvious what was inside.

Her face lit up with joy. "Are you proposing?"

"Will you say yes?"

She reached out to take the large bouquet, then opened the red box. Inside were two huge diamond rings. But what was most dazzling wasn’t the carat size, but the names engraved on them.

The man’s ring was engraved with her name, and the woman’s was engraved with his.

He took out the woman’s ring and slid it onto her middle finger. "They say the middle finger connects directly to the heart. I want this to bind you to me for a lifetime."

Nora Ainsworth took out the other ring and put it on his finger. "Quentin, let’s just be together like this. Let’s not get married," she said suddenly.

Quentin Grant was taken aback. "Why?"

"I think this is good. It’s good for both of us. If we love each other, we’ll always be together. Nothing can tear us apart."

Quentin Grant pulled her into a hug. "I know what you’re worried about."

Nora Ainsworth shook her head. "I’m not worried about anything, Quentin. I really like our lives like this. Loving someone doesn’t mean you have to marry them. Even if people don’t get married, they can still be together for a long, long time. That’s good enough."

’Deep down, she still felt that she couldn’t give him a complete family. This way, they were both leaving themselves an escape route.’

’And what was so bad about that?’

The two of them sat there, holding their wine glasses, their words trembling in the cold. It seemed the deeper into the night they went, the clearer their minds became.

The future still seemed to be a blur, unclear and inscrutable. How long could the vows they made to each other truly last?

Nora Ainsworth didn’t know, so she cherished every single minute and second she had with him.

"Silly girl." After a long moment, he whispered the two words.

"Aren’t you one, too?" she said with a smile, gazing up at the starry sky as her eyes unexpectedly grew moist.

That night, Marlon Marshall came home late as usual.

’The promises he had once made were not kept. It was as if they were nothing more than jokes told to a child.’

Jean Grant lay with her back to him, feigning sleep when she heard the door open.

He tiptoed in, smelling of alcohol.

’Then he went into the bathroom, as if to destroy the evidence.’

The bathroom door closed. Jean Grant checked her phone—it was already 3:30 in the morning.

’She desperately wanted to know where he went every single night.’

’After all, this was too unusual. If she couldn’t figure it out, she’d have to be an absolute idiot.’

For the rest of the night, Jean Grant’s mind was consumed with this one thing.

As a result, she didn’t sleep a wink.

At seven in the morning, right on the dot, the man beside her, who had only slept for three or four hours, was already up with surprising speed. It was as if he had only come home to check in.

She found him more and more inscrutable.

Jean Grant watched him leave, then hurriedly threw on some clothes, not even bothering to comb her hair or wash her face.

She rushed downstairs right after him.

The moment he drove off in his car, Jean Grant was right behind him in her Porsche.

Afraid he might spot her, she tailed him with extreme caution.

She watched his car pull up to an apartment building. Jean Grant parked off to the side and raised the binoculars she had prepared yesterday.

She might not have known if she hadn’t looked, but the moment she did, Jean Grant’s anger flared.

She instantly recognized Carol Young getting into her husband’s car.

She narrowed her eyes. The bad feeling in her heart grew clearer and clearer.

Watching the car pull away from the building, Jean Grant followed.

After a series of twists and turns, they arrived at a parking garage, and she followed him in.

After getting out of her car, Jean Grant saw Marlon Marshall’s car parked in the furthest corner.

A fire blazed in her heart, threatening to erupt, but she knew she couldn’t get worked up while she was pregnant.