Chapter 140 I Only Trust You 

However, when Trent locked eyes with Quinn’s icy almond–shaped eyes, he was suddenly taken aback. Even the words he had intended to say seemed to be stuck in his throat. 

“Trent, do me a favor and stop coming to me with questions about your savior from that drowning incident years ago. We’re divorced now. Who your savior is, it has nothing to do with me. Or are you saying, if I really was your savior, you’d regret it? Regret the way you treated me during our three years of marriage? Regret divorcing me?” 

Her eyes were filled with mockery. 

Yet, he couldn’t utter a single word. 

It was only after Quinn and Julius had left that Trent seemed to falter slightly. 

Regret? Why would I feel regret? No. I will never regret it. Quinn should be the one regretting it! 

Did Quinn really think that being with Julius would solve everything? 

How could a man like Julius ever be genuinely interested in her? It was probably just a fleeting fascination. 

And him, once he overcame this company crisis, he knew his future would be brighter. He would make Quinn understand that not becoming Mrs. Grafton was the biggest loss of her life. 

However… why was his heart so unsettled? 

Step by step, Trent made his way into the infirmary. 

“Hey, is something wrong?” The director asked, puzzled as he saw Trent, looking pale, walk in. 

Trent didn’t respond. He just stared at the little boy lying on the bed, as if lost in thought. 

After a good while, he finally left the infirmary and made a phone call. 

“I need you to look into something for me,” he said, “I want to know about the time I fell into the river. Specifically, when I was rescued, was there anyone else present besides Sidonie?” 

After ending the call, Trent put away his phone, reassuring himself that his actions were merely to dispel any lingering doubts about Sidonie. 

As Quinn and Julius were making their way back to the banquet hall, Julius suddenly posed a question. “If in the future, Trent realizes that you were the one who saved his life, and regrets divorcing you, what would you do then?” 

“What?” Quinn was taken aback. 

“Are you going to get back together with him?” Julius asked, his gaze fixed on Quinn, studying her reaction. 

“No way,” she said seriously. 

No matter what, her relationship with Trent was completely over. 

“Even if he were to kneel before you, begging pitifully?” Julius asked again. 

Amused, Quinn said, “He won’t. The person he likes is Sidonie. If he were to kneel down and beg to get 

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back together just because he found out I saved his life, wouldn’t that kind of love be laughable?” 

Julius smirked. “Indeed, it’s quite amusing.” 

Poor Trent. Even though Quinnie was his lifesaver and always stayed by his side, he was so easily deceived. by Sidonie. 

“If it were me, I would never mistake the person who saved my life,” murmured Julius softly. 

“Do you believe that I was the one who saved Trent’s life?” Quinn asked. 

“Yes,” Julius replied without hesitation. “I believe everything you say.” 

A warmth spread through Quinn’s heart. Trent, her husband of three years, had never shown her an ounce of trust. Yet, Julius, whom she had known for less than three months, was willing to believe in her. 

It felt 

It felt wonderful to have someone’s complete trust. 

However, by evening, when Quinn saw Julius holding a pillow and standing at her door, she instantly felt uneasy again. 

“What’s this…” She eyed the pillow in his hands skeptically. It couldn’t possibly be what she was thinking, 

could it? 

“I want to sleep in your room tonight,” Julius said. 

“Uh… Why?” Quinn asked. 

“I’ll get scared when I’m alone in the room. You’re my bodyguard, so you’ll protect me, won’t you?” Julius said. 

Quinn nearly choked on her own saliva. 

Was Julius ever afraid? She had once seen him single–handedly take down a group of attackers, beating them mercilessly to the ground. Even when a gun was pressed against his forehead, he could effortlessly snatch it away, his expression unchanging. 

Yet, at that moment, he was still speaking with the utmost seriousness. 

“Didn’t you have bodyguards stationed outside your room?” Quinn asked. This time when they came to the island, some bodyguards from the Whitethorn family had also accompanied them, tasked with ensuring his safety. 

“They’re not you. I only trust you,” said Julius. 

Suddenly, Quinn found herself at a loss for words. 

After a long sigh, all she could say was, “Fine, you take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” After all, she was his bodyguard now. 

“I’ll just sleep on the couch,” he said. Taking the initiative, he placed his pillow on the couch and lay down. 

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