Chapter 71 What Happened Between Marley And Julius.
Quinn wasn’t the type to start trouble, but she sure wasn’t scared of it.
“She’s from the main branch of the Bridger family here in Yarburn. You know, it’s probably not a coincidence that you two share the same last name,” Julius said slowly.
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Quinn blinked. In Yarburn, if someone said “the Bridger family,” they meant the Bridger family–the one. that still kept an ancestral hall right in the middle of the city.
“Indeed,” she muttered.
If that’s the case, Marley is likely a cousin of mine. I haven’t even gone back to the Bridger residence yet, and I’m already clashing with a relative.
“Aren’t you curious about my relationship with Marley?” Julius asked.
“I’m just the bodyguard,” Quinn replied coolly.
In other words, whatever history they had, it wasn’t her concern. And she had zero interest in wading into someone else’s mess of romantic ties.
“One of her eyes was almost destroyed by me.” His voice dropped low. “We managed to save it, but her vision was permanently damaged.”
Quinn was stunned. So that’s why Marley had said Julius cared most about her eyes.
“I was eight,” he added.
She turned to him, surprised. They had known each other since they were kids. “You mean you were playing and someone got hurt?”
“No,” he said quietly. “I… was choking her. In a moment of madness, I nearly gouged her eye out.”
A sudden chill ran down Quinn’s spine. She hadn’t expected something so dark to have occurred between Julius and Marley. Still, her expression remained composed, without any visible shock.
“Are you not afraid?” Julius asked, watching her closely.
“Maybe it’s because I’ve seen too much. Not much scares me anymore,” she replied. As a child, she’d followed her parents to a war–torn country. She had seen what real hell looked like. Maybe that was why she held such a fierce desire to protect the peace in her homeland now.
“I actually think both you and Marley are pretty tragic,” Quinn said quietly. She didn’t particularly like Marley, but that didn’t stop her from feeling a pang of sympathy. The idea of a young girl suffering such trauma was honestly horrifying.
“So, you think I’m pitiful, too?” Julius raised a brow. After the incident, people pitied Marley. But no one ever spared any for him. After all, he was the one who’d caused it. He was the guilty party.
“An eight–year–old who lost control of himself… how could that not be pitiful?” Quinn met his eyes.
“But sometimes, people let sympathy blind them and stay too close to a beast. And when that beast lashes
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out, they’re the ones who get hurt.” Julius let out a crooked smile. “And what if one day I lose control again? What if I gouge out your eyes? I’m not some helpless kid anymore.”
“And I’m not Marley,” Quinn said. “If that day ever comes, I’d knock you out before you had the chance to touch anyone.”
A flicker of surprise passed through Julius‘ eyes. He hadn’t expected that answer. But it made her even harder to walk away from.
Would he really lose interest after three months? Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure.
When the car pulled to a stop, Quinn realized they had arrived at a hospital.
“Let’s have a doctor check you out first,” Julius said. “You took a nasty hit back at the airport.”
Surprisingly, Quinn didn’t argue. She had planned to visit the hospital anyway to pick up some medication. What she didn’t expect was for Julius to follow her all the way to the reception desk.
“Aren’t you heading home, Mr. Whitethorn?” she asked.
“You’re my bodyguard. Makes sense that I stick with you.”
She had no words. Fine. If he wants to tag along, so be it.
Once she registered herself, Quinn headed into the outpatient consultation room. When it was her turn, she walked in and gave a quick rundown of what had happened and where she was hurt.
“Take off your shoes and lie down on the bed. Let’s have a look,” the doctor instructed.
Inside the consultation room, there was a specific examination bed used for patient assessments. Quinn leaned down to untie her shoes, but as she did, a bolt of pain shot through her lower back. That was the spot the airport security had hit.
“Does it hurt? Let your husband help you with the shoes,” the doctor said.
“Husband?” Quinn froze. She glanced at the doctor, who was looking directly at Julius.
“He’s not my husband,” she said flatly, correcting the misunderstanding.
“Boyfriend, then?” The doctor turned toward Julius. “If you’re her boyfriend, don’t just stand there. Your girl’s hurt and can’t bend over. Give her a hand, would you?”
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