Chapter 233 Quiet Confessions
Chapter 233 Quiet Confessions
Ordinarily, she disliked speaking intimate words in front of others, but she couldn’t bear to see him uneasy any longer.
“Yes, I’m only interested in you,” she said.
At her words, his mouth curved into a smile. He drew her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her fingertip. “Then from now on, you can only be interested in me. No more looking at other men.”
In the front seat, the driver kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Should I even be hearing this?
Who would have imagined that the once–arrogant, aloof Mr. Whitethorn could turn into a nervous young lover the moment he fell in love?
Back at the apartment, Quinn’s fingertips still tingled with residual warmth.
“By the way, don’t ever do that again,” she cautioned. “If you don’t like me watching that kind of show, just tell me. There’s no need for such a grand operation, and I don’t want our issues inconveniencing other people.”
After a pause, she added, “I also hope you’ll trust me more and respect the things I do with my friends. Even if I watch a performance, I won’t swoon over the dancers. I’m only admiring their choreography.”
Every couple had a period of adjustment, and this, she supposed, was theirs.
Julius‘ gaze softened, “All right. I hear you. I won’t do it again.”
Quinn let out a quiet breath of relief.
“But I also hope you can give me a little more assurance,” Julius said.
“Assurance?” Quinn blinked, caught off guard. /
“For instance… look at me more often and let me feel that the only man who captures your interest is me. And… allow me to believe you will fall in love with me, deeply and irrevocably.” When he deliberately lowered his voice, it carried a magnetic lilt that could slip straight into a person’s heart.
Quinn’s eyes clouded with confusion. “Then what do you want me to do?”
Out of nowhere, Julius asked, “Did you enjoy tonight’s show?”
“It was pretty good,” Quinn answered honestly. “Those performances were professional–full of beauty and raw strength. If you feel uneasy, we can always watch them together.”
Julius lowered his gaze. “Instead of watching together, I would prefer that if you wish to see a man dance, I be the one who dances for you.”
“What?” Quinn stared, stunned that he would say such a thing. “You? Dance?”
“What? Do you think I can’t?” he shot back.
Quinn
had never seen him dance before. I can’t even picture what he’d look like moving to music.
Julius loosened the tie at his throat, then unfastened the button of his tailored jacket, and finally began on the buttons of the shirt beneath.
With every layer he removed, Quinn felt the muscles of her own body tighten one by one.
She was no stranger to men taking off their clothes–the military camp had shown her plenty, and even tonight, the foreign dancers had whipped off their shirts and tossed them into the crowd, drawing waves of shrieks.
Yet, she had merely watched them, emotionless, thinking at most that those dancers were indeed well- built.
But now, as Julius removed his clothing piece by piece right in front of her, her gaze refused to leave him, and her heartbeat drummed faster and faster.
Bare–chested, he stepped to her, lowered his head, and looked at her with burning eyes. “What kind of dance do you like?”
“Have you ever learned to dance?” she asked.
“I haven’t, but I can learn. I’ve always picked things up quickly. If you want to watch a dance, I’ll study until I can perform it for you,” he responded.
His obsidian eyes were both alluring and heavy with yearning.
Quinn froze for a heartbeat–this man who usually stood so high above everyone else was willing to attempt things he had never done, simply for her.
“But I have scars,” he murmured. “When I dance, they might look unsightly. If you think they spoil the view, I can have them lasered off. Scar–removal surgery is very advanced now…”
If he could, he wanted to present her with an even better version of himself; he was always afraid that the man he was now might not be worthy of her.
“Julius!” Quinn abruptly cut him off. “Whether you have scars or not, the only man I’m interested in is you.”
His eyelashes quivered.
Quinn lifted her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.
She refused to see that tentative, faintly self–conscious look on his face.
Have I been so cautious in this relationship that I’ve given him no confidence at all? Is he afraid I’ll back out at any moment and that I’ll detach myself? she wondered.
Even now, he responded to her kiss with such careful, almost appeasing gentleness.
A faint sting pricked the tip of Quinn’s nose.
“Julius, I want you!”
She heard her own voice speak the words aloud.
