Chapter 70 He's Keeping My Gift
Quinn's POV
I nodded quickly. "Yes, I misunderstood. I should have listened to your explanation until the end. I'm really sorry for slapping you, Dylan. I'm sorry."
If I could go back in time, I would‘ve listened to Dylan until he finished talking and explained his intention of preventing me from leaving, instead of making an impromptu decision because I was insinuated by his words which were facts.
Now Dylan doesn't even want to look at me. And that really made me regret it.
"You think I'm happy to enjoy luxuries that aren't rightfully mine, Quinn? Because we're poor, you think I'm taking advantage? No."
"Yeah, I know you didn't mean it that way," I replied quickly. I tried to grab his hand again but he pulled away from me.
"No, you don't know Quinn. You don't know that after you guys get better, I'm leaving. You don't know that I'm just trying to make you realize that... that Grayson really loves you. You just misunderstood. And right now he's trying to explain that misunderstanding. He asked you to stay longer, right? That's because he's trying. But you probably won't believe it because you're traumatized from your last relationship with Owen."
I shook my head. "You've misunderstood. He must have influenced you."
"No, he didn't say anything to make me persuade you. He just asked for my permission to see you again. And after that he'll take care of everything."
"Then why did you let him see me? You know I tried to get away from him but you lured me back to him?"
"Instead of going back to Owen who obviously hurt you and betrayed you, you should be with Grayson. You don't know if Grayson really loves you."
"He doesn't love me, Dylan! So stop saying that he still loves me. He never loved me. That's the truth." After saying that my breathing was completely ragged. My shoulders were going up and down with my eyes heated and misty.
I was honestly angry that Dylan had only given me hope as if Grayson had ever loved me. But that wasn't the case. In reality Grayson only needed my body not my heart let alone my love.
"I can say this because I proved it myself."
"What do you mean, how did you prove it?"
Dylan took out his phone. Then he handed it to me. "I recorded all the testimonies of the people I met at the arena about your closeness with Grayson. At first they refused to tell me, but after I told them I was your brother, they came clean that you were pretty close. And just so you know, they said Grayson became more sensitive and grumpy after you stopped being his therapist. He even rejected all the new therapists."
"That's because...' I didn't continue, didn't tell Dylan about Grayson's crazy superstition, because it could backfire on me. Instead, I diverted to another topic. "Maybe he's like that because he's having problems with Kelly, his first love and childhood love."
Dylan patted my hand that was holding the phone. "You should know that what you think about them is wrong. I looked up all the past news and matched it with the testimonies of the people I met and they said their relationship was over 10 years ago. And during those 10 years, Grayson and Kelly never interacted. And what should you know... Kelly has another man, her fiance."
"What? You might’ve misunderstood this time. Kelly went back to Grayson because she wanted to fix their relationship."
"No, Quinn. Ask Grayson, ah no, he'll explain it without you asking. As long as you give him a chance to talk."
I shook my head in disbelief. It seemed too impossible to be real.
"Just look at the recordings on my phone. Oh yeah, lastly, my belief is proven by the stick you gave him that he keeps in the same cabinet where he keeps all his awards. Go outside and look downstairs, you'll find the cabinet I'm talking about."
Dylan told me so much that I didn't know which one to believe first because everything seemed impossible.
In a way, I also wanted to prove what Dylan said about Grayson. I also really wanted to watch the recording he was referring to. But I was also worried that after watching it, I would still be upset and disappointed. Because I already believed in my own beliefs.
"I'll get ready. After you prove it, you can come back here and we'll go together."
Alright, I'll prove it. At least then Dylan could be satisfied and forgive me for the slap. So I left the room. Where it turned out Grayson was no longer at the door.
I peeked over the edge of the stairs, and he was watching TV at a very loud volume.
It seemed like he wouldn't hear me if I went downstairs for a while to check the cabinet that Dylan was referring to. So I went down the stairs slowly. My eyes were busy scanning the place until I finally found the cabinet Dylan was referring to.
What Dylan said was true, the stick that I was going to give to Grayson as a gift was neatly displayed inside it, in the top row in a horizontal position. Beside and below the stick were Grayson's awards of various kinds.
Though the last time I remembered I had thrown the stick in the trash and I didn't bring it to Owen's mansion. Don't tell me he picked it up from the trash.
"Quinn? Have you been there long?" Grayson turns down the TV volume. He comes over to me but doesn't really get close because there's still a few feet of space between us. "You need help getting Dylan downstairs?"
I didn't shake my head or nod. I just stayed silent while looking deeply into his eyes.
Was Grayson really in love with me all this time and I wasn't in love alone? But it seemed impossible for a big star like him to love someone so ordinary like me. It felt too good to be true.