Chapter 102 Strange Standards
Chapter 102 Strange Standards
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Initially, he wanted to agree to her statement, but he forcibly changed his words. “Maybe we should try another gown?”
“Another gown?”
Quinn was momentarily taken aback. Soon, she saw that Julius had chosen one that was designed to cover the body completely from the collection of gowns. “How about this one?” he suggested.
If I were to dress in this kind of gown, I fear I might trip over it before anything happens to me. “Is there something wrong with the one I chose?”
In fact, there was nothing wrong with the gown. On the contrary, it was perfect for her. However, it was this very perfection that scared him. He feared that too many people would notice her beauty, and that other men might start having designs on her.
Julius was silent, stunned by the thought that had just flashed through his mind.
He had never cared about what women wore or whether their outfits would attract others‘ attention.
Yet, when it came to Quinn, he felt a sense of unease. He was afraid that she might attract other men and that her gaze might be directed at other men, and she would no longer spare him a glance.
“If there’s nothing wrong with it, then I’ll stick with the gown I’ve chosen for tomorrow,” Quinn insisted.
Just as she was about to turn around and change into her own clothes, she suddenly heard Julius‘ voice coming from behind her.
“Quinnie, it seems I care about you more than I ever thought I did.”
“What?” Quinn turned around, thinking she must have misheard.
“It’s nothing,” Julius said, a faint smile playing on his lips. The subtle curve seemed to soften the usual indifference of his face.
The following evening, Quinn accompanied Julius to the banquet.
The banquet was hosted by the Yarburn Chamber of Commerce. The guests primarily included government officials involved with island development, along with the wealthy merchants and prominent figures of Yarburn.
Julius was naturally invited since the Whitethorn family was also participating in the island development project.
Quinn, arm in arm with Julius, mingled with some of the big shots at the banquet.
As she and Julius were heading toward the center of the banquet, suddenly, a voice that was once incredibly familiar, echoed from behind her.
“Quinn!”
She paused in her tracks, recognizing the voice.
Quinn slowly turned around and saw Trent standing a few steps away from her. Next to him stood Sidonie.
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“Why are you here? And you’re with…” His gaze flitted back and forth between Quinn and Julius, a complex look in his eyes.
When he first saw Quinn, he thought he was seeing things.
He had never seen Quinn dressed like this before. She was simply wearing a black gown, but on her, it looked elegant with a hint of rare allure..
Her long hair was swept up, revealing her slender neck. It accentuated her striking face, leaving him. somewhat spellbound.
Yet, what shocked him even more was the presence of Julius standing next to Quinn.
Wasn’t she supposed to take her parents‘ ashes back to Yarburn? Why is she here with Julius?
Or could it be that her decisive divorce back then was because she had set her sights on someone more prestigious, Julius?
The thought of that made Trent feel uneasy.
Off to the side, Sidonie looked at Quinn with disdain. “So, you were in such a rush to divorce Trent because you wanted someone wealthier! I had initially thought that since your parents were fallen heroes, you’d have some sense. Now it seems that I’ve thought too highly of—”
Smack!
Before Sidonie could finish her sentence, a slap landed squarely on her face, causing her to stagger and nearly fall over.
With a baffled look on her face, she watched as Julius calmly pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket, leisurely wiping his right hand.
“It seems like Ms. Stonehurst really enjoys gossiping. Anything else you’d like to add?” Julius said slowly.
Sidonie was frozen. Julius was the one who had slapped her.
The people who were previously engrossed in their conversation all turned their attention this way, drawn by the sharp sound of a slap that had just echoed through the air.
Sidonie covered her face, both startled and annoyed.
“Mr. Whitethorn, how could you do that?” Trent was supporting Sidonie, glaring furiously at Julius. “Even if you felt that Sidonie misspoke, you shouldn’t have hit her in public like that!”
“Oh?” Julius raised an eyebrow lazily. “So, back then, when the woman by your side wanted to inspect the fallen heroes‘ cremation urns, even causing the airport security to gang up on Quinn, you thought that was acceptable? Your standards are indeed strange, Mr. Grafton.”
Trent’s face kept alternating between shades of red and white.
Every time he reminisced about the scene at the airport, he was filled with an overwhelming sense of
regret.
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