Chapter 229 Wistful Daydreams
Chapter 229 Wistful Daydreams
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He pictured their children laughing and racing around their legs–an image so lovely it felt like a dream.
When the two plates of pasta were ready, Quinn turned to call him over, but a pair of arms slipped under hers and circled her waist from behind.
“Watch your hand!” Quinn exclaimed in a low voice..
“Quinn, I feel so blessed right now,” Julius murmured, pressing his check gently against hers.
Having tasted this rare sweep of happiness, he found himself all the more terrified of losing it.
“I feel blessed too, having a boyfriend like you,” Quinn replied with a radiant smile.
“Really?” he asked, unable to hide the flicker of yearning in his voice.
“Of course, it’s true, Julius. I hope that one day we can be like my mom and dad–walking side by side, never parting with one another!”
Julius‘ eyes suddenly shone. “You have to keep your word!”
“Yes! All right!” She smiled sweetly.
He tightened his arms around her, drawing her even closer. So even if I truly make some unforgivable mistake one day, she’ll forgive me and stay, won’t she?
The day Laura stepped out of that dingy motel with Sterling, his face looked so frigid it was as though she owed him a mountain of debt. Seriously? A former girlfriend who draws a clean line doesn’t deserve at least a little applause? Does he want me to admit I still want him, then he’ll be satisfied?
Back then, she had overheard one of his friends teasing, “Sterling, why are you dating a plain–Jane like Laura? Are you tired of beauties and decided to some try some plain girl for a change?”
Another friend chimed in, “Exactly! There’s nothing special about Laura, and her looks are so–so. Do you know how many campus belles chase Sterling?”
A third person laughed. “Sterling, don’t tell me you’re actually serious about her!”
She had stood outside the private room that night, praying to hear him answer that he was serious–that even if she was ordinary, he still liked her.
But all she heard was his careless drawl, “She’s just someone to kill time with, nothing more.”
In that instant, a glacial chill swallowed her whole. The romance she had treasured turned out, to him, to be nothing but a way to pass a dull afternoon. The luck she once bragged about now looked pitifully tragic. She remembered how she fled down the corridor; she hadn’t even gathered the courage to push the door open and confront him.
Later, one phone call ended everything between her and Sterling.
When she said she wanted to break up, he merely asked, in the lightest of tones, “You won’t regret it?”
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“Mm–hmm, I won’t,” she had answered, and that was the end of them.
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In all the years that followed, they never crossed paths again. Just as he had said, she had been nothing but
a toy to kill time with; without her, he could simply find someone else to amuse himself.
Never had she imagined that years later, she and Sterling would meet twice in such mortifying circumstances.
After leaving the motel, she hadn’t even bothered with a perfunctory goodbye, striding straight across the road, climbing into her car, and driving away.
After all, she and Sterling were better off never seeing each other again.
“What’s with you? You’ve been spacing out these past two days.” Quinn’s voice drifted to Laura’s ears.
“Ah!” Laura was taken aback.
No matter how deliberately she tried to avoid thinking about Sterling, her mind kept sliding toward him of its own accord. So it’s true–first love is impossible to forget. But even if it’s difficult, I’m still going to forget!
“It’s nothing. I was just wondering when Harlan will uncover who that guy was who went to the motel with Sidonie,” Laura said.
That question had indeed occupied her thoughts these past two days.
Quinn already knew the gist from her best friend, and her instinct told her there was definitely something fishy between Sidonie and that man.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be anything good,” Quinn muttered.
She couldn’t shake the sense that Sidonie was still hiding something–besides impersonating Trent’s lifesaver, the blaze years ago likely held secrets too.
After all, Sidonie had been the last person to see Nimbus Air’s co–pilot alive, and he was the first victim to die, snuffed out by a still–smoldering cigarette butt.
Quinn had examined the site of the fire; the place was rarely visited. If Sidonie had watched that co–pilot burn to death, she probably knew who had been smoking and tossed the butt into the dry grass.
So why hadn’t she spoken up? Why, when everyone concluded the co–pilot’s own cigarette caused the blaze, had she claimed she’d seen him smoking and allowed the blame to fall squarely on him?
Any normal person would feel at least a pang of guilt after letting someone die–unless she was covering for the real smoker… or perhaps she was the smoker herself.
