Chapter 165 Their First Meeting
Quinn's POV
"I hate that he's an athlete. I hate his never-give-up attitude."
I felt like pulling Owen's hair because he was so annoying.
He was talking about Grayson, because... who else?
Only Grayson was still following our car. And he had moved to the back, no longer leading the way.
"He's stubborn and very nosy."
Finally, to stop him from nagging, I kicked his leg. "Are you explaining yourself?"
Owen turned to me. "Quinn, I may be stubborn, but I'm not nosy about other people's business. We're not the same."
I rolled my eyes. Even though I wanted to gag him with a cloth, I tried to be patient. Because we would arrive at our destination soon. "You guys are not the same. Grayson is different from you."
Owen sighed heavily. "I mean, don't compare us. Please don't bring up the past either. I'm just telling you the facts, that if you're with Grayson, you have to be prepared to deal with his weird behavior."
"Stop it, Owen!" I unbuckled my seatbelt as the car turned at the last intersection. "Before you judge others, you should take a look at yourself. Look, don't you think your attitude is weird too? You're even weirder than Grayson. Leaving me, your so-called fated mate, to be with your real fated mate, then coming back to me when she dumped you? Eww, disgusting."
He slammed on the brakes. The car finally stopped.
That was when I got out of the car. Before Owen locked his car. And before he did something crazy.
But not long after, he also got out of the car. He chased after me but couldn't grab my hand.
"Stop there, Owen, or you'll repeat the same scene," I warned.
Right after I closed my mouth, Grayson's car arrived. And he got out so quickly without bothering to close his car door.
"Quinny, why didn't you ask me to drive you and instead went with this guy?" Grayson walked quickly towards me. He grabbed one of my hands and kissed it. "I'm sorry. I didn't wanna leave. I won't do it again."
Honestly, it wasn't Grayson's fault. I was the one who asked him to leave, and he shouldn't have apologized.
It's just that… I felt a little disappointed because he took my words so seriously. I wanted him to stay by my side and ignore my rude request.
But then again, I realized that Grayson couldn't even read my mind. And he's just a guy who isn't used to being sensitive to other people's feelings. So it's possible that he took what I said at face value.
"Please don't leave suddenly like you did earlier. Okay? You can tell me where you wanna go, and I'll take you there. Anywhere I can."
I let go of Grayson's hand and stroked his cheek. "I'm sorry for confusing you. But I'm also confused right now."
"So, is the donor here? Where is she or he? Let me talk to that person. If that person asks for money, I'll pay it. Whatever that person asks for."
"Grayson." I lowered my hand and looked deeply into his eyes. "Not everything can be solved with money. I'm also sorry for asking Owen to drive me. I just thought about it for a moment without thinking it through."
Grayson looked up, looking behind me. His jaw tightened. "I don't like you being close to him. But this time I'll let it slide."
"Hey, what do you mean? You think you're such a good guy?"
I reflexively turned around when I heard Owen's voice. He had walked over, grumbling.
"Hey, stop!" I said loudly.
Luckily, this time Owen listened to me. He stopped, just a few steps away from me. And this position put me between the two of them.
"Now I wanna know why you don't like Quinn being close to me? You know yourself that she trusts me more than you when it comes to something this important." Owen spoke in a grumbling tone.
"Owen!" I snapped. "You helping me doesn't mean I trust you more. Understand?"
Grayson raised his index finger at Owen. "Reasons? First, you are her ex-boyfriend, who should remain in the past. Second, because you took advantage of my girlfriend. Third, I trust my girlfriend more than I trust you. Clear?"
Seeing Owen about to take a step, I spread my arms. "Stop it, everyone! Don't fight!"
"He’s accusing me, Quinn," Owen said.
"I'm just stating the fact," Grayson replied, just as sharply.
I finally clapped my hands once to get their attention. "Everyone, listen to me. Owen, just because I accepted your help doesn't mean I like you again. And Gray Bear, let's just stop here, don't prolong the problem."
"No way!" they both replied in unison.
I sighed. "So you want the search for a donor for Dylan to take longer? Okay, fine, if that's what you want."
As a result of those final words, the two of them finally fell silent. And I was finally able to breathe freely.
"That's it? Why stop? Keep going, big babies."
"Quinny," Grayson whined.
I growled and moved away from him a little. "The point is, I'm not here to have fun or argue."
Grayson stepped forward without hesitation. "Then where's the donor? Is that person one of your old neighbors? But all the buildings are almost flattened."
I looked around. What Grayson said was true. But that didn't mean the person I was looking for wouldn't show up.
I could feel her presence even though I hadn't seen her yet. Maybe it was a special connection. It felt too obvious.
Without realizing it, I let my feet take me where it led me. It walked towards the largest tree on the side of the road.
The far I walked, the stronger the feeling of nervousness became. It was exactly how I felt when I was about to meet my mother for the first time.
I forced my feet to stop. Now I was near the big tree.
I shook my head, denying that she was really there.
Her scent was already very clear. So it was useless to deny it.
And finally, she who had been hiding behind the tree revealed herself.
"My lovely daughter, Quinn. How is your brother?"