Chapter 72 Just Shut Up!
Quinn's POV
After Grayson disappeared behind the door, I immediately fell to the floor. I looked at the wheel tracks of Dylan's wheelchair on the floor.
I regret what I did. I regretted pulling Dylan by force when he didn't want to come with me to leave. I also remembered him yelling that I hurt him earlier. It really made my heart feel like it was being squeezed.
It hurt but didn't bleed.
Because this was the first time I was that rude to Dylan. All this time I had never physically hurt him either out of anger or in jest, because I knew I couldn't play around with Dylan's body which was weaker than mine.
But what I did just now... that was really too much. I realized it and I wanted to erase it from Dylan's memory if I could.
Dylan might now think bad things about me and might even hate me because of the momentary anger that controlled me.
No, I'm not going to blame Grayson for this. Because it's about myself who hasn't been able to control my emotions well lately.
I forced Dylan and it was on my own consciousness. So here I was at fault and had to apologize to Dylan.
Therefore, I walked slowly and stopped at the door in front of me. I raised my hand in the air and pressed it against the door. Then I knocked on it.
"Dylan, I've calmed myself down. How about you, can we talk now?"
I didn't expect that on this first try Dylan would open the door right away. So I tried knocking and calling a second time.
"Dylan? I realize what I did earlier was wrong. I apologize. Can you open the door now?"
This time I heard footsteps approaching. Then the doorknob turned. But it wasn't Dylan's face that appeared but Grayson's.
"Where's Dylan?" I asked curiously. I tried to peek from the side but Grayson blocked me with his broad chest.
"Dylan is fine. It's just that he needs some time to calm down," he replied and then went out. He closed the door behind him again, leaving me no chance to see Dylan.
"I need Dylan, not you, Grayson," I said firmly. I stepped aside too but he caught both my hands and so stood in front of the door exactly. Even now the door is closed by his big, tall body.
"Quinn, just so you know, I'm in a bit of a bind right now." Grayson sighed. "I really wanted to keep you here but Dylan's decision, it wasn't mine to make. Dylan decided to stay because he thought it was the best way to get you and me to talk about our problems. Dylan said that he wanted us to solve our problems tonight. Only then will he come with you to leave."
I blinked my eyes a few times. "I don't know if that's really what Dylan said or if it's just you making it up."
"I swear, that's really what Dylan said."
I massaged my temples and turned my face away for a moment. "Okay. The sooner this is over the sooner we can get out of here. So, just say what you want to say now."
Grayson finally moved from in front of the door to slightly forward. "I'm honestly at a loss as to what you're angry about other than the fact that I'm the one doubting your loyalty. You can tell me about it and I will listen to you carefully."
What am I angry about? I... I couldn't explain it but I knew what it was. I didn't want to tell Grayson either.
"If you can't tell me today, then you can tell me later when you're ready. But before you leave here, I want to clear up any misunderstandings about Kelly." Grayson took one step forward. "I don't want to feel victimized but that's the fact."
I wrinkled my forehead. What did he mean?
"Kelly, she lied to my mom, lied to me, and everyone she met. The truth is that she came back to see me not because she wanted to revive a relationship that had ended long ago, but because she was having problems with her fiance."
What? So Kelly already has a fiance? But... this was too unlikely. From her demeanor, she was not the type of person who could have an affair.
"I know it will be hard to believe me. But that's the fact. Kelly already has a fiancé. They've been together for a few years and were going to get married this year. But due to a problem, Kelly had a fight with her fiancé and ran away. She intends to test her luck by approaching me. If she succeeds, then she'll leave her fiancé. But as you know, I don't open my heart to anyone, let alone Kelly. I only opened it to-"
"How can I believe anything you say?"
Grayson took out his phone and held it out to me. "Look inside that phone is a video of Kelly talking. It was accidentally recorded while she was drunk and slurring her words."
"How could she be in your car? It's your car, right?" I investigated looking at the video footage that seemed to be from the car's dashcam. No matter how many times I looked at it, it was obviously recorded from Grayson's car because in the back I saw the gift box I gave to him.
"Don't get me wrong. She barged in when I was about to get out of the car. I was in the basement and after visiting your new flat and after I found my gift that you threw in the trash."
I rolled my eyeballs as Grayson again mentioned about the gift I threw away.
"I forced her out but she threatened to scream and go crazy. Not wanting to cause trouble, I went to the lobby to call security to take her. And the recording happened within that time."
"Then why do you suddenly know that she said all that? I mean, you wouldn't have opened your car's dashcam video on purpose, right? It's not like you're a detective working on a crime case."
It was Grayson's turn to turn his face to the side. He also pursed his lips like someone who had been caught doing something.
"Actually..." He took a deep breath. "Please don't get angry."
"What? Tell me right away!"
"Because I actually miss you. And I never had any pictures of you or videos with you except... the video of us having sex in the car that time. So I took the memory card and watched the video again but I found Kelly's confession too."
I rounded my eyes and opened my mouth wide.
While Grayson closed his eyes and stretched one hand forward. "I know it's crazy but who would have thought that because of that crazy desire, I found important evidence that could clear up the misunderstanding between us."
At this moment I felt my blood pooling to the top of my head. My heart beat faster and my hands felt light as cotton. I can't take my eyes off his face and I feel like I'm ready to pounce on him at any moment when he opens his mouth again.