Mr. CEO, You Look Strangely Familiar-Chapter 36: No Distractions (2)

"Get out."

Nora Ainsworth pushed open the car door and looked up. Snow was still falling from the gloomy sky.

"Did you bring me here just to freeze in the wind?"

He walked around the front of the car and pointed to a doorway. "Follow me."

Nora Ainsworth watched his blurry silhouette, a thought crossing her mind. ’He can’t be planning to... right here—’

He reached the doorway and turned back. "What are you spacing out for?"

Nora Ainsworth quickly hurried to follow him inside.

They followed a set of stairs up to the rooftop.

Up there was a large umbrella, and under it, a couch. Beside the couch was a small marble table holding two wine glasses and an unopened bottle of red wine.

"Did you set this up?" She sat down on the couch and found it surprisingly plush, like sinking into a cloud of cotton candy.

"If it wasn’t me, was it you?" Quentin Grant sat beside her, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. A crimson ember glowed, releasing a thin wisp of smoke.

She rarely saw him smoke.

"It’s pitch-black out. What are we doing here?"

He draped his arm over the back of the couch and leaned closer to her. "Don’t you feel it? Sitting up here, all your troubles just disappear. It’s so peaceful."

"How many times have you been here?"

Quentin Grant answered casually, "I come here often. This is my spot. Normally, no one else comes up here."

She leaned back on the couch, her gaze lost in the distant sky, her eyes growing heavy. "It is peaceful. No noise, no bustling traffic, and no lights. Most people wouldn’t dare come up here at night."

Quentin Grant took a hard drag from his cigarette, then crushed the butt out. His hand, cool as water, traced its way across her face, his palm brushing against her soft, smooth skin.

Then he kissed her cheek.

Nora Ainsworth watched him through narrowed eyes, not moving a muscle. She knew it. He hadn’t brought her here just for the peace and quiet.

Fine snowflakes drifted down from the sky. She pointed. "Grant, look. The snow’s getting heavier."

He gave her a light nip. "No distractions."

Nora Ainsworth obediently fell silent. She felt a tingling spread across her cheek from his bite. His features, so close, began to blur. For a moment, she almost saw a different person. The cold, distant face from her memory started to fade away, and something inside her heart shattered.

It was a long while before they pulled apart.

Her eyes were half-closed as she felt him lean against her, the two of them nestled together.

"Grant, have you ever loved someone?" This form of address seemed to suit their situation. She never imagined she’d end up calling him that for so long.

This time, Quentin Grant didn’t get angry. He answered very calmly, "I have."

"Why did you break up?"

Quentin Grant fell silent, and in that instant, Nora Ainsworth felt a chill from him.

She had probably touched a nerve. The silence was filled with unease. Just as Nora Ainsworth was about to change the subject, he answered, "When love is gone, no reason is a good reason. We broke up because the love was gone."

Nora Ainsworth pursed her lips. "She dumped you, didn’t she?"

Quentin Grant said coldly, "We’re going back."

He went down the stairs first, with Nora Ainsworth right behind him.

But, unable to see in the dark, she missed a step. "AH!" Nora Ainsworth screamed as she tumbled down the stairs. He spun around and caught her just a step from the bottom.

Nora Ainsworth had sprained her ankle.

It was Quentin Grant who carried her to the car.

She endured the pain all the way to his front door.

Nora Ainsworth silently concluded that her sprained ankle was cosmic retribution for saying he’d been dumped. ’This is karma!’

’So even the heavens are on his side!’

He carried her into the living room.