Private Dinner

His body carried a faint scent of cedar, and the entire cab was filled with this woody fragrance, as if it were an aphrodisiac.

Grace arched her body restlessly, her eyes glazed. Her rational mind was in refusal, yet her body welcomed his touch more eagerly.

With just his big hand caressing along her shirt, she could no longer hold back and gasped, "Stop, stop."

Right in the middle of this ambiguous atmosphere, Grace's stomach let out an unexpected "growl".

Grace Quinn felt that this was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her in her life.

The man stopped his actions and looked at her meaningfully. "Hungry?"

Grace awkwardly turned her head to the side and gave a soft "emm".

John casually patted her thigh. "Scoot over. I'll take you to eat."

"Mr. Amster, we..."

Just as she was about to refuse, the man's finger tapped on her lips. "Eat, or I'll take you right here. Choose."

Grace: "..." 

Despite his appearance as a chaebol young master, his words revealed his rough-edged nature.

John casually pushed her to the passenger seat and then sat in the driver's seat himself.

Grace reminded him, "You can just drop me off at the door of the salad restaurant."

John showed a look of distaste. "Cows eat grass every day, and giant pandas eat bamboo every day, but I don't see them getting any thinner. Clearly, eating only vegetables won't help you lose weight. Besides, can those plants really fill you up?"

"Broccoli is rich in dietary fiber, which helps maintain the health of the digestive system."

Seeing her serious look of popularizing knowledge, John suddenly reached out and pinched Grace's face, saying in a doting tone, "You're like a little cat."

Grace Quinn was a bit dissatisfied with this action. She used both hands to grab his big palm and pull it off her face.

John paused, then continued with the previous topic. "No wonder you're so vocal."

Grace bit his tiger's mouth. "You bastard! shameless!"

He chuckled softly, allowing her to get angry while looking at her eyes from the corner of his eye.

Finally, her eyes were no longer red.

The car stopped at a private restaurant. Grace had seen this place before. Besides having an average per-capita consumption of over 1000 dollars, it operated on a private reservation system.

He slowly led Grace in.

Grace broke free from his palm. "I'm not going."

"Farewell meal. Eat or not?"

John stood on the steps, looking down at her. "If you don't eat this one, I don't mind having 'you' for every meal."

Grace was speechless. She knew exactly what he meant by "eating". To completely get rid of John Amster, she had to give in.

"Just go to my private place- J. If you can't find it, ask a waiter to take you there."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to the kitchen to check today's ingredients. I'm picky."

Grace muttered, "So fussy."

She was used to being alone since she was a child. She refused the waiter's offer to lead the way and found her way there by herself.

This restaurant was designed in the style of a garden. The lights of the black-awning boats in the river cast blurred reflections on the water surface, creating a beautiful scene.

The seats inside were also classified into different grades, and the reservation time ranged from one month to half a year.

As she walked along the stone-paved path enjoying the scenery, she ran into her half sisters Susan Quinn.

When she was a child, her mother had a high fever and fell into a coma. Grace went to the Quinn family. As soon as she called "Dad", she was punished to kneel in the rain.

These two sisters took advantage of her plight. One stepped on her fingers, and the other fed her spoiled food.

Grace thought it was unlucky and immediately walked away.

Susan said, "Grace, I'm getting engaged at the end of the month."

"I see. You two are a perfect match, congrats!" Grace said.

The Quinn family had many choices for marriage alliances, but she chose Alex Hoffman.

It was just to humiliate Grace.

Susan was taken aback. She seemed not to expect Grace to be so easy-going. She continued, "Anyway, you're my sister. I hope you can come to the family dinner to witness my happiness."

"Sister, why did you invite her? What status does she have? She doesn't deserve to eat at the same table with us!" Sunny, the smaller sister shouted in dissatisfaction.

Grace smiled, interrupting their conversation. "Don't worry. I'll be there on time."

She walked up to the two of them. "Excuse me."

Encountering them didn't affect Grace Quinn's good mood. However, when she walked to the tallest ancient castle, she looked up and saw the word "J".

It turned out to be a luxury mansion! It also had a huge courtyard.

The people at the door were dressed differently from the waiters, wearing unified servant uniforms.

Grace followed the servant in. She had been to the Amster family, which was a European-style castle villa. But Castle J was different. It was full of antique charm, with beautiful scenery every few steps in the courtyard, and the vegetation was meticulously maintained.

Grace asked, "Is this Mr. Amster's private residence?"

"Yes. Generally, Mr. Amster will bring guests here. The first and second floors are for business entertainment. The third and fourth floors are for him and his friends to relax and have fun. The fifth floor is Mr. Amster's private area, and no outsider has ever entered."

The servant swiped the elevator card and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

The implication was that she was not an outsider.

This sense of inexplicable intimacy made Grace uncomfortable. Regardless of how noble John Amster's identity was, she didn't plan to have more connection with him other than having sex.

She had seen her mother lying in the bathtub full of blood in an attempt to keep her father.

Grace had known from a young age that there was no pure love in this world, and marriage was like an empty grave.

In relationships between men and women, she didn't believe in love and only sought momentary pleasure.

The elevator door opened. The servant didn't dare to enter the man's private area and politely reminded, "Miss Quinn, please wait a moment. Mr. Amster will be here soon."

Grace stepped into the elevator in her high-heels. Her feet felt a softness beneath her.

From the elevator door to the room, there was a long white shag carpet.

With no one around, Grace took off her high heels and stepped on the ground barefoot.

It felt soft and squishy, as if she were floating on a cloud.

Grace went to the terrace to wait. It was a great viewing point.

The night breeze blew gently, the river water rippled, and the black-awning boats swayed with the waves.

The willow branches on both sides were like the slender waists of dancing girls.

In the distance was the city center, where every inch of land was precious. The lights of thousands of houses were like stars in the sky.

There was a candelabra and decanted red wine on the small table next to her. 

She poured herself some, swirled the glass to smell the aroma, and then drank it slowly.

Somewhere in the distance, someone set off lanterns. One by one, they rose from the ground. Grace watched intently.

There was someone behind her. An iron-like arm wrapped around her waist, and his chin rested on her shoulder. His voice was magnetic. "Is it beautiful?"

Grace pointed at the willow branches by the river. "It's very beautiful."

John looked at her smooth and fair profile. In the faint light, she looked gentle and charming, without any hint of aggression.

She had drunk some wine, and the faint smell of wine still lingered in the air, adding a touch of intimacy to the already ambiguous atmosphere.

John couldn't control his emotions. He reached out and touched the delicate skin around her waist, chuckling softly. "In bed, Miss Quinn, your waist sways much more beautifully than the willow branches."

His body temperature was always high. The moment it touched her skin, it was like a red-hot charcoal falling on Grace, and the scorching heat spread throughout her body in an instant.

The two were on the high pavilion, and there was nothing in front of them to hide. The man's fingers wandered freely on her body.

Grace was flustered and begged for mercy, her voice intermittent. "Don't, not here..."