Chapter 115 Please Play With a Cool Head
Quinn’s POV
“So what do I have to do to make you less upset, hmm?”
I pushed Grayson’s head away from my shoulder again. I don’t know how many times I’ve done that. Grayson doesn’t seem to want to give up. He’s been doing it over and over again, from the moment we got out of the car to the lift ride up to his penthouse. He clung to me like a caterpillar.
"Quinny? Are you listening to me?"
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I saw him in the reflection of the lift wall, staring at me with a pleading face.
"You can ask for anything," he said again, still trying to persuade me.
I remembered other news articles I had read. One of them said that we had deliberately chosen to go on a date there because it was quiet.
Oh dear. I don't know if they knew the truth, which was that the restaurant was indeed unpopular.
I also couldn't imagine if anyone knew that Grayson's girlfriend worked at the restaurant. Not as the owner, but as an employee.
It would definitely be hot news and trending. I'm sure someone would compare our social status. It might even be worse than what Mrs. Talon did.
"Do you want to eat out? We can save all this for breakfast tomorrow." Grayson picked up the one large box that was left. "Let's invite Dylan too. It would be nice to eat something warm on a cold day."
I finally responded. By taking the bag from him. "We just divided the food because there was too much. And now you want to add more? Don't be wasteful!"
"Who knows, eating good food might improve your mood. And with a good mood, you won't be upset at me anymore. Hmm?"
I immediately got out of the lift as soon as the doors opened. Meanwhile, Grayson was still faithfully behind me, walking like a little chick.
"Ooh! I thought you guys would be home later."
I approached Dylan, who was playing video games. I put the box of fried chicken on the table in front of him. "Let's eat together. I'll get some plates."
Meanwhile, Grayson finally chose to sit next to Dylan. But his eyes followed my movements. "Why do you look surprised, Dylan? Were you on the phone with your girlfriend when we came in?"
I glared at him. I approached Dylan again. "Is that true? You have a girlfriend?"
Dylan, who was holding a chicken thigh, looked at me and Grayson alternately. "Who's surprised and who has a girlfriend?"
Oh crap. I should’ve known this was just Grayson's ploy.
Annoyed, I hit him on the head with the fork I had just taken from the kitchen.
"I was just playing a game. Oh, but before, I also read the news about you two. But it's really you guys?"
"Of course!" Grayson replied enthusiastically. He suddenly stood up. "Look, I'm wearing the same shirt. So is your sister."
Dylan turned around. He nodded. "Thank goodness. Because if it was another woman, I might’ve considered you to be my brother in law."
Grayson nudged Dylan's head. "Hey bro! We promised we'd be gaming partners forever."
Oh, these men's conversations. If it's not online games, it's hockey. And once they start talking about that, they suddenly forget about me.
Not wanting to bother, I took some honey fried chicken onto my plate. Then I enjoyed the screen in front of me.
Unfortunately, the peace didn't last long. Because then my arm was nudged. By Dylan, of course!
I glanced at him lazily, raising one eyebrow. He glanced at Grayson, who was focused on the game.
For some reason, with that minimal cue, I could understand what Dylan meant. Dylan was referring to his suggestion to calm Grayson down.
I responded with a harder nudge. That made Dylan nudge Grayson's arm, causing their bodies to lean to the right together.
I held back my laughter and pretended not to know what was going on. Never mind, I didn't want to discuss it now. Especially if Grayson found out, he would be very confident.
Ugh, the thought of it was ridiculous. Besides, if he found out, he would definitely take advantage of the moment.
"Hey, chill out, little bro!"
I held back my laughter even more, even turning my face away so I wouldn't have to look at them.
Grayson must have thought Dylan did it on purpose. But it was actually my doing.
It was Dylan's own fault for trying to tease me while I was eating.
"Sorry. By the way, Frost Maple is playing White Tiger the day after tomorrow, right?"
I reflexively turned to Dylan. Grayson was doing the same thing.
"Yeah. You're coming with your sister, right?"
"Of course. Oh yeah, there's a new player, right? What's his name? If I'm not mistaken... Hanz?"
Oh my god. It's over.
I didn't dare look at Grayson again. I covered my eyes with my hands and turned my head away.
How could Dylan bring this up now! He's just going to heat things up, I'm sure.
"You're right. He's also an Alpha like me. Why do you ask?"
Hearing Grayson's much calmer response, I dared to look at him again.
"I didn't mean to remind you. But he forced Quinn to move to White Tiger to be his personal therapist. So Quinn and I hope the upcoming game will be fine."
I couldn't take it anymore. I pinched Dylan's arm while observing Grayson's reaction.
Meanwhile, Grayson looked very calm. He refocused on the game. His fingers moved quickly, defeating Dylan. "You guys relax. I'll embarrass him on the rink. I know how to get back at him."
I opened my mouth in disbelief. Dylan and I looked at each other.
"You're... not angry?" I asked curiously.
Grayson stopped. He had won. Then he looked at me. "Very angry. But if I use my strength to punch him in the face, it will only cause temporary pain. Whereas if I defeat him in the upcoming game, it will cause permanent pain. Imagine the name he's trying to build, sinking because he fought me."
I hit Grayson's hand with the chicken thigh I was holding. "Don't get cocky yet."
Grayson shrugged. "Thanks to you, I know how to get back at him properly. Because initially, I was planning to fight him on the rink."