Chapter 135 Did You Mean It 

“Let’s not bring this up again in the future!” Sidonic declared, turning to look at Quinn, who was not far off. 

She was determined not to let Quinn ruin everything she had now, and she certainly wouldn’t let Trent discover who her true savior was. 

Meanwhile, Marley was also intently staring at Quinn. 

She could hardly believe that Julius would join Quinn in rushing into the sea to save someone. 

Saving someone… This could happen to anyone. But when it came to Julius, it was simply impossible. 

Having known Julius for so many years, she was fully aware that there wasn’t an ounce of mercy or compassion in him. 

Even if someone were to die right in front of him, he could remain completely unfazed. 

But now, he had actually gone to save someone. 

Why? Is it because of Quinn? 

Even under the watchful eyes of everyone present, he had simply embraced Quinn like that. 

It was as if he was announcing to everyone that he was involved with Quinn. 

Seeing the journalists around her, capturing the scene with their cameras and video recorders, only served to intensify the jealousy brewing within Marley. 

I should be the one standing beside Julius, not Quinn. 

The child who had fallen into the sea was, thankfully, saved by the swift response of the medical team. 

This also brought relief to Quinn, and afterward, she and Julius went to the only hotel on the island to change their clothes. 

Since the island was still in its early stages of development, many facilities were not fully established. There was only one hotel available. 

In the hotel room, Quinn gazed at the replacement clothes brought over by the staff, then glanced at Julius standing next to him. “Alright, I’m going to take a shower and change clothes. You should go freshen up in the next room too.” 

Julius looked at Quinn. “I’ll wait here for you to finish washing up.” 

Julius looked at Quinn as if she would vanish at any moment. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Quinn reassured. “Why don’t you head back to the room next door and take a hot shower first? If you catch a cold, the medical facilities on this island are limited. We might have to cut short our stay and return before the investment conference is even over.” 

Yet, it seemed as if Julius was still waiting for something. 

After some thought, Quinn took the initiative. She extended her right pinky finger, reaching out to grasp Julius’s hand, their pinkies entwined. “Let’s make a pinky promise,” she said. “After I’ve freshened up, I’ll be 

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waiting for you in the room!” 

Since Julius had previously fallen for the pinky promise trick, it was time to resort to that strategy again. 

Julius pressed his lips together, his gaze fixed intently on their pinky fingers hooked together. After a long moment, he finally murmured, “Alright, I’ll go wash up. Wait for me!” 

Quinn nodded. 

Only after Julius had left her room did she pick up the change of clothes and head into the bathroom. 

The warm flow of water was a stark contrast to the icy chill of the sea she had experienced earlier. It gradually began to thaw her previously freezing body, bringing her warmth. 

The successful rescue of the child today owed much to Julius. If he hadn’t assisted her in bringing the child back to shore, it would have taken her much longer. 

The child might have been in danger too, potentially unable to be saved in time due to being in the water for too long. 

Yet that day, she hadn’t expected Julius to dash into the sea, let alone confess his love for her. 

Love… Once, she believed love to be like that between her parents, Montague and Arlene, where mutual giving and caring were expected, lasting a lifetime, devoted to just one person. 

During their wedding, Trent also expressed his love for her, promising to cherish her deeply. 

Yet in the end, all she received was betrayal! After three years of marriage, his heart was solely occupied by Sidonie. 

And now, the fact that Julius confessed his love for her seemed utterly unbelievable, no matter how she thought about it. 

How long had she known Julius? Moreover, could a man like him truly love a woman? 

After Quinn had finished her hot shower, she walked out of the bathroom, towel–drying her hair, only to find that Julius was once again in her room. 

He had already changed into a fresh set of clothes, his hair still damp. Droplets of water were continuously trickling down from his hair strands. 

As Quinn approached, he asked, “You’ve had a shower, but why is your hair still wet?” 

“I didn’t bother drying off because I didn’t want to waste any time,” he said. 

Quinn was at a loss for words. They hadn’t set a specific time, and it wasn’t like she was going anywhere else. 

“Bend down,” she said. 

His eyes sparkled faintly before he obediently bent his waist. 

Quinn picked up a towel nearby, gently drying Julius’s wet hair that was still dripping with water. 

“By the way, did you really mean it when you said you loved me?” she asked, out of the blue.