Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 274 - 271: Severance

Quentin Thorne returned home and saw that the women’s slippers in front of the shoe cabinet at the entrance were gone, so he knew Ian Grant was already home.

Holding a stack of deformed photos in his hand, he strode up to the second floor and opened the door to the master bedroom.

Ian Grant was changing clothes. When she saw him enter, her face instantly contorted, the muscles twitching slightly due to her efforts to suppress her anger. She looked devoid of her usual grace and elegance, with only a face full of malice and ugliness.

Quentin Thorne locked the door behind him, waved the photos in his hand, and approached her, forcefully gripping her chin, and asked sternly, "It’s one thing to cause trouble at home, but you took it to Uncle Forrester’s place too? You have no shame, but I do!"

Ian Grant glared at him with hatred, pushed his hand away, and retorted sharply, "You secretly meet with a woman young enough to be your daughter! Is it you who have no shame or me?"

Quentin Thorne stepped closer, forcing Ian Grant to retreat until her back hit the wall. With nowhere left to go, she gritted her teeth and simply raised her face to angrily confront him.

Ian Grant had never been tall, and with age shrinking her height, she was now only about 155 centimeters, barely reaching Quentin Thorne’s chest, who stood at 185 centimeters.

Especially now, Quentin Thorne’s face was an ugly grimace, giving off an aura as if thinking, "If I don’t teach you a lesson tonight, I’m not Quentin Thorne." She seemed like an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

Although she’s caused trouble in the past, Quentin Thorne has never been this angry and serious, which convinced her even more that Quentin Thorne was trying desperately to protect Sienna Thornton, indicating they certainly had an illicit relationship.

This thought made Ian Grant feel as though her heart was stabbed a thousand times with a sharp blade, blood splattering everywhere. She resented, feeling a long-uncared-for heart now completely shattered, and wished she could go down together with him!

She used the most caustic, venomous words to infuriate him, even pouncing on him to tangle, trying to make him react physically so she could grasp his weakness.

But how could Quentin Thorne fall into her trap? Though indignant, he remained immobile, allowing her to vent, to scream in his ear. Only when she dropped exhausted in a breakdown, crying bitterly on the ground, did he coldly say: "Go back to the Grant Family for a while; without my permission, don’t return. I don’t want to see you."

"No!" Ian Grant lunged to tussle with him again, demanding, "I won’t go back! If I do, you’ll act recklessly! I want to stay here to watch you!"

"Fine, if you won’t leave, I will. From now on, wherever you, Ian Grant, are present, I, Quentin Thorne, will absolutely not appear! Neither the Grant Family nor you should ever find me for anything!"

Finishing this statement, Quentin Thorne straightened his shirt messed up by her grabbing and went downstairs.

Once back in his room, he pulled out a suitcase and began packing personal belongings. After a while, a series of dull thumping sounds came from upstairs.

Ian Grant ran barefoot downstairs.

She burst into Quentin Thorne’s room, saw him truly packing, and was filled with shock and fear, staring blankly at the scene in disbelief: "Are you really going to move out? Are you leaving me and Mina for that woman?"

Quentin Thorne placed clothes into the suitcase, not glancing at her: "You’re like a madwoman, and I’ve had enough of you!"

Ian Grant screamed: "Why have I become like this? It’s because you don’t love me! You’ve been coldly violent towards me for ages! Quentin Thorne, you’re an inhuman!"

"Our marriage was a mistake; you knew I didn’t love you, so why insist?" Quentin Thorne spoke calmly, "Fine, everything went according to your wish, I married you, but how have you treated me? If not for Mina, we’d have divorced long ago!"

Ian Grant found no fault in herself, if she realized her wrongdoing, how could she persist the same way for over twenty years?

She collapsed into sobs, makeup smeared beyond recognition, unable to form sentences through tears: "Quentin Thorne... you’re inhuman... I hate you..."

"Click!" The sound of the suitcase snapping shut.

Quentin Thorne carried the suitcase out of the room, not sparing a glance at Ian Grant, who was crouched on the floor sobbing convulsively.

The moment the door closed, her wailing grew louder as if to expel all the grievances bottled up for over twenty years.

Quentin Thorne said he wouldn’t attend any events with her henceforth, nor would he handle any Grant Family matters. He was severing ties in their marital relationship bit by bit.

Everyone envied her for marrying Quentin Thorne, but now, how could she face people? How maintain the role of a noble, elegant wife in her social circle?

It was over, completely over! Quentin Thorne was stripping away even the surface level; she was left with nothing!

Ian Grant’s cries were loud enough for neighbors to hear, prompting them to call Mina Thorne.

When Mina Thorne hurried back home, she witnessed the scene—half the books on her father’s desk gone, and her mother disheveled, crying incessantly on the floor.

Stunned, she walked forward, lifted Ian Grant, and asked: "Mom, what’s happened? Where’s Dad?"

Seeing her daughter return and her bedraggled self, Ian Grant quickly wiped her tears away, forcing a smile: "I quarreled with your dad, he went to your grandparents’ place."

"Why did you argue?"

Ian Grant turned her face away, suppressing the urge to cry: "Marital quarrels are normal, you’ll understand once you’re married."

Saying this, she seemed to find it inappropriate and added: "No, no, you shouldn’t quarrel after marrying either. You and Seth Sutton should get along well, not like your father and I..."

She seemed to recall Quentin Thorne’s nearly thirty years of cold violence toward her, her nose stung, pushing Mina Thorne away, she ran upstairs, locked the room, and laid crying on the bed.

-

Simon Forrester returned home, it was almost midnight.

The master bedroom had a small nightlight on, and Sienna Thornton was still awake. Upon seeing him enter, she immediately sat up and asked: "What happened at the estate?"

Simon Forrester replied nonchalantly: "Nothing much, just my parents returned."

"I see." Sienna Thornton thought it was normal for Zane Forrester and his wife, being eager to see their son immediately upon returning.

She didn’t ask further, and lay down again.

The night’s peculiar occurrences had Simon Forrester sweating with anger; he took his pajamas and went into the shower once more before returning to bed, embracing Sienna Thornton from behind.

He kissed her nape, asking, "Why not sleep first? Aren’t you worried about being tired tomorrow?"

Sienna Thornton played with the large hands wrapped around her chest, saying softly, "I was worried something bad happened at the estate, couldn’t sleep."

Simon Forrester chuckled, affectionately ruffling her hair: "Silly girl. Even if the sky falls, I’m here, sleep with peace of mind."

Holding her tightly, he murmured softly in her ear: "With me around, no one can bully you!"