pter 272 A Sudden Proposal
Chapter 272 A Sudden Proposal
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She yearned for the kind of love her parents had–a bond willing to live and die together, a trust so absolute one could place an entire life in the other’s hands.
Julius cleared his throat. “One more thing… When you told Trent you’d marry me and give me children- was that just to spite him, or did you mean it?”
Quinn said, “He’s not worth lying for, Julius.”
Julius‘ eyes lit up; she genuinely planned to marry him and bear his children.
“When?” His question burst out before he could restrain himself.
Quinn blinked, caught off guard.
“When do you intend to marry me and start a family?” Julius questioned.
“Let’s wait until our relationship is stable first,” Quinn said. “Besides, I’ll soon travel to the border to look for my brother.”
“Then let’s wait until you return. Whether or not you find him, let’s hold the wedding as soon as you are back.”
That felt alarmingly fast.
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“We have known each other only a short time.” She frowned.
If she were to count strictly, the days they’d spent together were pitifully few.
“Quinnie, sometimes choosing the person you want to spend your life with has nothing to do with time. I’ve already decided–you’re the only one I’ll ever want.”
He lifted her hand, pressed her palm to his chest, and let her feel the frantic rhythm beating there.
He said, “Tell me, am I the one you want?”
Quinn looked at the man before her, who continued to speak, his lips parting and closing. “I wish to marry you, to raise adorable children with you. Quinnie, I want that so much.”
He could only breathe easy if marriage and children bound her to him. It was exactly what his father had done to his mother–though his father had used force, while he had merely concealed the truth to achieve the same result.
Quinn gazed into his face while his heartbeat drummed against her skin. Is he nervous?
He waited, tense, for her answer.
As Trent had said, love came slowly to her, especially after one failed marriage. The thought of a second demanded hesitation, not haste.
Logic urged restraint, yet her heart wanted to say yes.
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“All right,” she said after a steadying breath. “When I come back from the border, we will get married.”
Trent sat with a bandaged arm and a splitting headache, forced to listen to his mother and sister complain.
“Trent, our trial is about to start. The lawyers we hired are mediocre. You should find Mom and me one of those star attorneys who never lose.”
“Exactly. We can’t go to prison. We would never dare show our faces back home. Son, give us more money and hire the best.”
“Money, money, money! Do you not understand I am nearly bankrupt? I have pawned everything–even this mansion is mortgaged.” Trent was frustrated.
Penelope and Jacinda stared at him in disbelief.
“Bankrupt? That is impossible. Your company is formidable. Even if cash flow is tight, you still hold plenty of shares. A few projects and-”
“Jacinda, you are shockingly naive. Projects are not a buffet you simply choose from. Many giants collapse when the funds dry up. If my shares could be sold, would I still be worried?” Trent snapped.
If the company failed, those shares would become worthless scrap.
Jacinda fell silent under his fury.
“The lawyer I found is the best available. As Harlan warned me, none of the four largest law firms in Jexburgh will touch your case.”
“What if we really end up in prison?” they wailed.
“If you end up in prison, then you end up in prison.”
They erupted into hysterical sobs.
“Blame yourselves. If you had not framed Quinn, none of this would have happened,” Trent said, annoyed.
He wondered if, without their meddling, he and Quinn might never have divorced. The thought filled him with hatred toward the two women.
Later that night, Quinn and Julius lay tangled in the room. Quinn stroked the bridge of his nose. “Your birthday is nearly here. What gift would you like?”
Their earlier escapade had peppered her skin with fresh marks.
“I need nothing,” Julius said quietly. “I don’t celebrate my birthday.”
“Why not? Do you dislike birthdays?” she asked.
“My birthday is also the anniversary of my mother’s death, so I don’t celebrate it.” Julius pursed his lips.
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