CHAPTER 383: CHAPTER 383: THE EMBRACE OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

Once the light disappeared, he became at a loss.

Grace Wexler tightly hugged his neck, her cheeks flushed.

Nathaniel Quinn wanted to push her away, but Grace Wexler was determined to cling to him, giggling foolishly.

"Miss Wexler, you’re drunk."

He didn’t connect it to being drugged because she came out of the villa, and only Eleanor Hollis and Marcus were there, so no one could have drugged her.

"Help me..."

Grace Wexler took the initiative to kiss his lips, skillfully pulling him into the car.

She had an unusual relationship with Nathaniel Quinn. They had done this countless times before, and she was already familiar with his body, knowing his sensitive spots even with her eyes closed.

Nathaniel Quinn’s eyes instantly turned red. What was up with this woman?

But Grace Wexler’s offensive was fierce, leaving him no chance to catch his breath. Nathaniel Quinn’s mind went blank, and he immediately turned over and embraced her.

He was always like this, unable to resist inner temptations, let alone the embrace of a beautiful woman.

The night slowly passed. The car finally calmed down amid the shaking, and the two of them slept soundly in each other’s embrace.

Nathaniel Quinn was the first to wake up, awakened by the piercing sunlight.

He smelled the scent in the car and quickly glanced beside him.

Everything from last night was not a dream. Indeed, a woman had thrown herself at him, and this woman was the recently returned heiress of the Wexler Family.

His heart trembled a little, and he frowned.

Grace Wexler woke up ten minutes later. She felt a gaze on her and opened her eyes to see Nathaniel Quinn.

Ha, it was this man. Last night really cheapened him.

Nowadays, Grace Wexler didn’t think much of Nathaniel Quinn, a guy without any real power, pitifully suppressed by Hugo Quinn.

But last night, she couldn’t find another man and had to make do.

"Miss Wexler, you..."

Nathaniel Quinn didn’t know what to say. He finally understood why Eleanor Hollis wasn’t interested in him. He had so easily had a fling with a woman that even he felt a bit ashamed of himself upon waking up.

He laughed at himself mockingly.

Grace Wexler started getting dressed, feeling somewhat uncomfortable seeing his expression.

"Mr. Quinn, you got such a great deal and still put on that face. Could it be that you’re regretting it?"

Her words were full of teasing undertones. Men, they always wore this face.

Nathaniel Quinn remained silent, turning his gaze away indifferently.

Grace Wexler snorted coldly. After tidying up, she looked at him disdainfully.

"I thought Mr. Quinn was a passionate guy. Last night, driving in to see your ex-wife so late almost moved me. But it turned out, with just a slight beckon, you couldn’t wait to start taking off your clothes. Mr. Quinn, Eleanor Hollis was right not to choose you, or she might have ended up with countless horns on her head."

Grace Wexler also resented Nathaniel Quinn. This man once disregarded her, even speaking harshly.

Probably, he never expected that their relationship would someday reverse.

Nathaniel Quinn’s face turned black immediately, filled with shame and embarrassment.

"Miss Wexler, we’re both alike. Didn’t you and Xavier Crawford already get engaged? Yet you still sneak out for fun behind your fiancé’s back. As a woman, you’re indeed quite thirsty. I bet Xavier Crawford already has several horns on his head."

Grace Wexler wasn’t angered by his words. She lost all sense of propriety and decency a long time ago. Back when she was in prison, the humiliation was a thousand times worse than now.

Didn’t she survive it all?

She opened the car door and got out, throwing a few bills into the car.

"Last night, Mr. Quinn’s service was only worth this much. Goodbye."

Nathaniel Quinn watched her back, then threw the money out the window.

What did this woman take him for? A gigolo? Does she even deserve it?

He started the car and drove away from there.

The incidents from last night puzzled him. This woman’s tactics were so much like Grace Lynch’s. If not for seeing her face, he would have thought she was Grace Lynch.

He and Grace Lynch were once very close, fully aware of each other’s habits.

But thinking that she was the heiress of the Wexler Family, he instantly dismissed the idea.

Grace Wexler, when she returned, deliberately bought several breakfasts.

Upon entering the door, she saw Julian Sterling and Evan Yancy sitting on the sofa; it turned out not only Julian Sterling was there, but Evan Yancy also was.

Her eyes deepened. How could she make a move now?

If Eleanor Hollis had any trouble, these two men would certainly suspect her first.

"Miss Wexler, we didn’t see you this morning, so you went out to buy breakfast."

Grace Wexler awkwardly smiled, "Sorry, I woke up very hungry and saw the chef hadn’t made breakfast yet, so I went out to buy something to eat. I have a few servings; do you want any?"

Eleanor took the breakfast from her hand, saying, "Thank you."

She woke up feeling thirsty this morning. Even though there was a lot of water in the water dispenser when she went to bed last night, how did it become empty by morning?

But with so many guests in the house, maybe they used it, so she didn’t question it.

The chef had prepared breakfast, but Grace Wexler still forced herself to eat a little and overheard the conversation between the two men and Marcus, saying that they would stay here until Hugo Quinn returned.

Her heart slowly sank. If the two men didn’t leave, she wouldn’t have any chance. Staying in the villa would only waste time.

So after eating, she proposed to go back.

Eleanor Hollis tried to persuade her, but finding her firm, gave up.

Once she left, Julian Sterling and Evan Yancy had no reason to stay. They also left at noon.

Marcus happily went out to see them off, holding onto Julian Sterling and Evan Yancy’s hands, refusing to let go.

"Uncle Sterling, Uncle Yancy, we’re so grateful to you."

Julian Sterling’s eyes were filled with amusement, this little rascal.

"If anything happens, remember to call us."

"Sure, sure."

Marcus stood still until their cars disappeared, then turned slowly.

As he turned, he saw Eleanor Hollis looking at him from behind, her gaze somewhat profound.

Since Julian Sterling and Evan Yancy came over last night, she’d been suspicious. Now it seemed, indeed, Marcus was the one who brought them.

"Mommy..."

Marcus slowly lowered his head as if admitting his mistake.

But Eleanor Hollis couldn’t bring herself to scold him, so she held his hand, leading him to the couch in the living room.

"Why did you call them over?"

Marcus pouted, unwilling to answer.

"That Grace Wexler doesn’t seem like a good person. The way she looks at me is very scary. It’s not like how she looks at you so gently. It’s just like how Grace Lynch felt back then."

He didn’t refer to Grace Lynch as Mom, just called her by name, making Eleanor Hollis both amused and exasperated.

But as she laughed, her expression suddenly turned serious. Grace Lynch, Grace Wexler?

Could there really be some connection?