Chapter 232 Unspoken Feelings
Chapter 232 Unspoken Feelings
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She was only an ex, and he had long since moved on, so why had he tailed Julius‘ car all the way here?
“Suppose I did come for you. What, then?” Sterling countered.
Laura lifted a brow. “After all these years, are you still hung up on me?”
He narrowed his eyes. Hung up on her? Impossible.
Back then, he had agreed to date her only because she’d pursued him relentlessly.
Throughout their year together, she had seemed utterly devoted, yet when she ended things, he realized he’d been a complete fool.
She had broken up without a shred of reluctance.
It was though she’d simply grown tired of her toy.
“Laura, do you honestly think that’s possible?” he asked, his voice frosty.
“Then why did you come looking for me?” she shot back.
His eyes stayed fixed on her, dark and unreadable, and for a moment, he, too, wondered. Why did I come here?
After a long silence, his thin lips parted. “Have you… really grown tired of me?”
Laura stood there, stunned. Did this man seek me out just to ask that?
“Yes. I’m tired of you.” She nodded without the slightest hesitation.
Sterling’s face turned an unsightly shade, anger and disbelief mingling beneath his composed exterior.
“I’ve answered your question. I hope you won’t appear in front of me again. Sure, exes can keep things friendly, but if my boyfriend keeps bumping into you, he’ll get jealous. So let’s not meet anymore.”
“You have a boyfriend?” Sterling’s eyes darkened at once.
“Of course.” Laura smiled. “Did you think that after all these years, I’d still be hung up on you, mourning the past all alone and refusing to date?”
Sterling said nothing.
They had broken up years ago, so she could certainly have a new man. Still, he was close with Harlan, and Harlan had never mentioned she was seeing anyone.
“You’re here watching these men dance. Does your boyfriend not mind?” he asked.
“He’s a great guy, very open–minded. He lets me enjoy my hobbies. If he weren’t busy tonight, he’d be here watching with me.” Laura checked the time. “I’m off to meet him now, Mr. Windore. Bye!”
With that, she turned on her heel and left.
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Chapter 232 Unspoken Feelings
Sterling stared at her retreating back, his lips compressed into a single hard line.
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His greatest strength had always been his cool self–control; even in court, the wildest reversals or a hostile witness never ruffled him.
Yet, the moment she said she had a boyfriend, his heart clenched in sharp, rhythmic spasms. Why does it hurt like this?
An unnamed sensation spread from his chest through every inch of his body, leaving him strangely numb.
Elsewhere, Quinn and Julius got into the car.
“How did you happen to be waiting right outside the theater? I thought you’d arrive closer to ten…” Quinn began, then her voice faltered. “Don’t tell me the equipment failure tonight wasn’t an accident.”
She remembered how Julius hadn’t even asked why she and Laura left early; his expression had looked as though he’d expected it.
“Mm–hmm,” he murmured.
“You arranged it?” she asked. When he nodded, she stared at him, speechless.
“Why? Just so I’d come out earlier?”
“I didn’t want you staring at those men, and I didn’t want you getting close to them,” Julius whispered. “Does that make me sound petty?”
He was afraid that if she saw enough attractive men, she might fall for someone else.
Though he knew she wasn’t fickle and treated love with solemn sincerity, the fear still gnawed at him.
It was a dark thought he kept buried; whenever unease surfaced, it sprang up and magnified his anxiety.
Quinn studied his face; beneath his calm, she could see a faint trace of worry,
She understood he was waiting, tense, for her reaction.
She sighed, lifted her hand, and lightly stroked his cheek. “I only went with Laura to watch the show. Those dancers don’t interest me, so there’s no need to worry. And you’re my boyfriend. You don’t have to tiptoe around me.”
Julius‘ lashes quivered. He was cautious precisely because he cared so much.
Only by caring this deeply had he learned what it meant to walk on eggshells around someone.
“So… you’re only interested in me?” he whispered, lips barely moving.
Heat crept up Quinn’s cheeks. The driver was right there, yet Julius gazed at her with unabashed hope.
