Chapter 202 A Promise Of Restraint
Chapter 202 A Promise Of Restraint
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“Never again, I won’t do it again,” Julius murmured, pressing his other hand over the one she still cupped against his face, nuzzling his cheek into her palm as if seeking warmth. “Quinnie, I’ll behave–I’ll do exactly as you say.”
The rasp of his whisper fell like a honeyed confession.
Quinn’s body went rigid; the man before her suddenly felt like an oversized pup begging for affection.
Especially with the way his eyes fixed on her–straight, unblinking, positively seductive.
“Th–that’s… good,” she stammered, mouth suddenly dry, and tried to pull her hand back.
But his fingers remained locked around hers, unwilling to let go.
“I want some coffee,” she said. “Let go first.”
“I’ll get it for you.” As he spoke, his free hand stretched out, picked up a cup of fresh coffee, and tilted it to his own lips; he held a mouthful on his tongue.
“What are you-” She froze, but when he lowered his head toward her she understood at once, a faint blush blooming across her cheeks. “I can do it myself…”
The refusal caught in her throat because his eyes seemed to beg her not to turn him away.
Quinn exhaled softly, slipped the hand he had not seized around the back of Julius’s neck, and drew him closer.
After all, he was her boyfriend.
If her boyfriend wanted things that way, then pampering him was the only sensible response.
His lips came down on hers, and the warmth of the coffee slipped between them, blooming across their tongues in tandem with that intoxicating kiss.
It was lingering yet blazing hot, all at once.
The kiss seemed to tell her, without words, just how profoundly he adored her.
Although Sidonie had been kidnapped, the injuries she suffered were no more than superficial cuts and bruises, so after two days of observation she was allowed to leave the hospital.
Victor arrived to bring his daughter home, accompanied by his wife Lana and Sidonie’s fiancé, Trent.
While completing the discharge paperwork, Sidonie was still cursing under her breath. “That kidnapper- I swear I’ll see him rot in prison! This cannot just blow over. The humiliation he subjected me to, I’ll pay back double! Trent, find me a lawyer, the best in the field, and make sure he spends the rest of his life behind bars!”
“But Sidonie, that man-“Trent began.
Before he could finish, Lana snapped, “Trent, don’t tell me you’re thinking of letting that kidnapper go. You and Sidonie are engaged, remember? If this is the attitude you take, how can I ever entrust my daughter to you!”
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Trent opened his mouth to explain, but a sudden surge of reporters barreled toward them, shutters clicking in a deafening volley.
One journalist thrust a microphone toward Sidonic and demanded, “Ms. Sidonie, during the kidnapping you revealed that you once stood by while a senior coworker who had been kind to you was left to die. What was going through your mind at that time?”
In an instant Sidonie’s spine went rigid, her complexion draining of color.
“Ms. Stonehurst, please tell us what you were thinking back then!”
“We’ve heard the kidnapper was the son of that deceased coworker–will you forgive his actions?”
“Will Nimbus Air terminate your employment because of this incident?”
“Reports out of Deepport City say the Fire Commission has opened an investigation into your alleged failure to render aid. If your Firefighting Hero title is revoked, will you accept the decision or lodge a protest?”
The barrage of questions exploded in her ears like rolling thunder, every camera lens and flash aimed squarely at her.
Flustered, she threw up an arm to shield herself, but the reporters and photographers only pressed in harder.
“Move! All of you, get out of my way—I have nothing to say!” Sidonie shouted, trying to escape the crush.
It was completely useless.
Trent attempted to cover her, yet the swarm shoved him away, and Victor and Lana were squeezed so tightly their faces were nearly distorted.
Lana shrieked, “My earring–my bag, my Chanel bag! If it’s ruined can any of you afford to pay for it? Get back–back, I said!”
Only when hospital security finally arrived did they manage to force a gap between the mob; Sidonie and her parents practically fled into the car.
Sidonie’s hair was in disarray and terror clouded her eyes, while Lana’s makeup had been smeared beyond recognition; one earring lay flattened, and her luxury handbag was bent out of shape.
“Mr. Grafton, you’re a grown man–if you won’t protect me that’s one thing, but how could you fail to shield Sidonie? She’s your fiancée!” Lana snapped.
“I-“Trent started, only to be cut off again.
“Trent, this is on you,” Victor chided. “How could you let those reporters harass Sidonie? You should’ve handled them long before now!”
“Exactly–no foresight at all. You should have anticipated that the press would lie in wait for Sidonie’s release today!”
“And look at my earrings–and this handbag, too. They cost me quite a bit of money, and now they’re completely ruined. Since you’re going to be my future son–in–law, the least you can do is buy me brand- new ones, don’t you think?”
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Chapter 203 Rising Doubts
