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Chapter 85 Could You Fall For Mc 

Chapter 85 Could You Fall For Mc 

“Where are you going in the middle of the night?” Quinn asked. 

“To the living room,” Julius replied. “Since you’re up too, come join me for a drink.” 

Downstairs in the living room, Julius walked over to the wine cabinet. “What kind of wine do you like?” 

“I don’t drink,” she said. After all, she was responsible for his safety. If she drank, it could affect her alertness and physical response. 

Julius didn’t push. He poured himself a glass of red wine and drank it in one go. 

Then came a second glass, and a third. 

This wasn’t sipping on wine. It was like chugging. 

It was unlike his usual self. 

Just as Julius was about to down his fourth drink, Quinn suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand. 

“That’s enough. Any more and it’ll hurt your body.” 

“Are you worried about me?” He looked up at her. 

Those eyes looked calm and unreadable, as if he were just asking a casual question. Yet, there seemed to be a subtle yearning hidden within. 

Longing? 

Quinn wondered if she was imagining things. How could Julius possibly long for someone to care? 

Still, she replied, “Yes, I’m worried. I don’t want anything happening to you while I’m responsible for protecting you.” 

His gaze seemed to dim slightly. “So if you weren’t assigned to protect me, you wouldn’t care?” 

She pressed her lips together. Somehow, she felt that answering yes might change something between them. 

“Is it that if you had feelings for me, you’d still worry even without the job?” He suddenly leaned closer, eyes fixed on hers. 

Their faces were inches apart, and his cool breath brushed against her skin. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Quinn frowned and tried to step back, but Julius caught b 

ist, stopping her. 

“Quinnie, could you fall for me? His voice, usually cold, was now rough and low, almost like a whisper. 

Quinn froze, staring at the face so close to hers. 

Julius was a strikingly handsome man. He had sharp features, defined nose, pale lips, and those deep eyes under arched brows. Right now, those eyes seemed to ripple with emotion. 

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Chapter 85 Could You Fall For Me 

His cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol, and even his eyes seemed to hold a hint of intoxication. 

“No,” Quinn answered firmly. 

Julius was far too dangerous for her. She never wanted to get involved with someone like him. If Dominic hadn’t asked her personally, she never would’ve taken the job. 

His lashes trembled slightly. “Why not?” 

“Would you even be capable of loving me?” Quinn countered. 

This time, it was Julius‘ turn to fall silent. 

“Falling for someone means you might end up loving them. And I’ve said before, the person I want to love is someone who can stand beside me, someone I can trust with my life, someone who won’t abandon me 

in times of crisis, someone who will never betray me,” Quinn said slowly, each word clear. 

Unlike Trent, who had always stood by another woman and never acknowledged her efforts. 

Even the promises he once made, he broke every one of them. 

“What if I could be that kind of person? Would you fall for me then?” Julius murmured. 

“What?” Quinn was stunned. She hadn’t expected him to say that. 

He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he slowly leaned his head toward her. 

She instinctively moved to dodge, but he said, “Don’t move. Let me lean on your shoulder, just for a bit?” 

This time, Quinn didn’t dodge. Julius rested his head gently on her shoulder. 

A woman’s shoulder was naturally slimmer than a man’s, but to him, it felt strong, as though as long as he was leaning on her, he was safe. 

“Today, I got a call from my father,” he said abruptly. 

“Huh?” Quinn was caught off guard. Julius‘ father was practically a ghost. 

The Whitethorn family had always been headed by Edward. After he passed, Julius took over. As for his -father, it was like the family had deliberately erased his presence. 

Even the media in Jexburgh rarely mentioned him. 

“My relationship with my father is terrible,” Julius said in a low voice. “If I ever die, he’d probably be the happiest person alive.” 

Quinn blinked. No wonder he had said on the plane that not all parents love the 

ildren. 

“You know, when I was a kid, I always wished someone would…” His voice trailed off. 

“Hmm?” She made a soft sound of confusion. 

“It’s nothing,” he said nonchalantly. Was it the alcohol talking? For a fleeting m