"Miss Hollis, it’s getting late. You should go upstairs and rest."
Lan Yancy spoke again, respectfully.
Eleanor Hollis looked deeply at him; this man is not as easy to deal with as he appears.
She nodded, turned around, and went upstairs to her room.
Meanwhile, Grace Lynch left the villa and saw Nathaniel Quinn’s car parked outside.
She bit her lip, suddenly feeling incredibly wronged.
This man watched that drama unfold from start to finish without uttering a single word to help her. Is he truly this heartless?
Nathaniel Quinn leaned against the car smoking, his gaze somewhat elusive. When he saw her approaching, he flicked the ash off his cigarette.
"Nathaniel, are you going to keep watching me make a fool of myself?"
Grace Lynch walked over to him, her neck still bearing a large scar, and she slowly hugged him, quietly sobbing.
"Hugo doesn’t want me anymore, and you don’t plan to want me either? Nathaniel, you said you’d be by my side forever. Now that I’m divorced, will you take me in?"
Her voice was soft and seductive, like a captivating melody.
Nathaniel Quinn’s smoking paused, and he tossed the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can, looking down at this woman with dark eyes.
She was very pretty, with small lips that parted and closed, and her beautiful, seemingly speaking eyes looked straight at him.
Nathaniel Quinn reached out and caressed her face—this was the face he had loved for over a decade, although he didn’t know how he had managed for so long.
"Nathaniel, please don’t abandon me... I have nowhere else to go..."
Grace Lynch saw him and pressed herself against him even harder, wishing she could shrink entirely into his arms.
Nathaniel Quinn’s breathing became rapid, with traces of redness in his eyes.
Grace Lynch was very familiar with this look, she curved her lips a little, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
"Nathaniel, I’ll be obedient in the future; don’t push me away."
In Nathaniel Quinn’s eyes, a depth formed, and he pressed her against the car.
Grace Lynch’s face turned pale. What was this man doing? Was he taking revenge on her?
She was trembling all over, "Nathaniel, slow down, I’m in pain."
This was at the entrance to the villa community, where anyone could pass by at any time.
Nathaniel Quinn’s face remained sullen, as he grabbed her chin, forcing her head to turn before kissing her fiercely.
Nathaniel Quinn was entirely venting, far from the intimacy shared by lovers.
An hour later, he released her, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked, with gloom filling his brow.
Grace Lynch adjusted her clothes, cautiously looking at him, not understanding what this man truly meant.
Could he not let her go?
Nathaniel Quinn finally finished his cigarette, turned to look at Grace Lynch waiting quietly by his side, disdain evident in his eyes.
"It’s the first time I’ve seen you so obedient. Grace Lynch, is it because Hugo dumped you that you think you’re left with clinging to me?"
Grace Lynch remained silent because what he said was the truth.
She had left empty-handed, and even if she had a little money, it wasn’t enough to maintain her luxurious lifestyle—she needed a man to rely on.
This man was readily available; as long as he didn’t abandon her, she still had a chance.
"Grace Lynch, do you think with a body like yours, I could still marry you?"
Nathaniel Quinn asked indifferently, as if it hadn’t been him who was intimate with her moments ago.
Grace Lynch tightly clutched her bag—what did he mean by this? Was he merely intending to toy with her, with no plans of being together?
She spoke softly, intending to walk into his embrace, but was stopped in her tracks by one glance from Nathaniel Quinn.
"I have no plans of doing anything with you, Grace Lynch. But before I marry, I can give you the status of a lover."
Nathaniel Quinn’s face bore a malicious smile; he wouldn’t let this woman, who had toyed with him for five years, off the hook just yet.
Grace Lynch’s complexion turned from white to red, then back to white again, standing silently.
"I’ll give you one night to think about it—be my lover, or find another man. After all, many in Serenford’s high society have been eyeing you but refrained due to your relationship with Hugo. Now that you’re divorced, they’re eager to taste you."
Her malicious words uttered, Nathaniel Quinn got in the car and left.
Grace Lynch stood there, her body still weak from the previous entanglement, feeling no strength and discomfort.
The night wind was slightly chilly, and Nathaniel Quinn’s words felt like shards of ice, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
There had indeed been many men who confessed to her before, but their reputations were not very good, and their looks couldn’t compare to Nathaniel Quinn.
They were all greasy middle-aged men, with bulging bellies—qualified enough to be her father, yet dreaming of getting involved with her.
She turned around and glanced back; that villa was at the very top, the highest place in the villa area.
Now that Hugo doesn’t want her anymore, she could only cling to Nathaniel Quinn temporarily. If possible, she would return there again; she wouldn’t give up!!
She took a deep breath, muttering Eleanor Hollis’s name in her mouth, and then got into her car. For origınal chapters go to 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝
The events of tonight were only known to the Quinton Family, while others in Serenford hadn’t heard of this yet.
It wasn’t until a few days later that the news spread within the high society.
Grace Lynch’s friends all wanted to ask her about it, but they couldn’t seem to find her, as she kept claiming she was ill and needed rest.
"Marcus, be good at home, I need to go to the hospital to visit Grandma."
Eleanor Hollis sorted her clothes, seeing Marcus reluctantly following out the door, she humorously patted his head, "I’ll be back very soon."
Marcus nodded and only returned to the living room when he saw her get in the car.
Eleanor Hollis felt good because Grandma was recovering quickly, and she heard that after one more month of care, she could be discharged.
"Grandma, do you to eat?"
"Grace, how do you have time to come today?"
"Grandma, what are you talking about? Visiting you is only right. Tell me what else you want to eat?"
As Eleanor Hollis reached the ward door, she heard voices coming from inside, her brows furrowing as she quickly pushed the door open.
Sure enough, she saw Grace Lynch sitting beside the hospital bed, greeting her warmly as she arrived.
"Eleanor, you’re here. Grandma has already finished her breakfast."
Eleanor Hollis wondered what scheme this person was concocting again, sitting rigidly beside Bridget Sutton.
"Grandma, how are you feeling physically?"