Chapter 94 Pinky Promise


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    Quinn pursed her lips. <i>I </i><i>doubt </i><i>he </i><i>would’ve </i><ie </i><i>today </i><i>if </i><i>he </i><i>were </i><i>a </i><i>cold</i><i>–</i><i>blooded </i><i>monster</i><i>. </i>“Your mother didn’t treat you well?”


    “She really disliked me, especially my face. She couldn’t stand it,” Julius said. His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something normal.


    Quinn was taken aback. <i>What </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>mother </i><i>could </i><i>despise </i><i>her </i><i>own </i><i>child’s </i><i>face </i><i>to </i><i>that </i><i>degree</i><b><i>? </i></b>


    “What about you? Would you hate my face?” Julius asked.


    Taken aback, Quinn saw his eyshes quiver slightly as his striking eyes slowly lifted to meet hers.


    His gaze was calm without a hint of disturbance like a dead sea.


    However, beneath that dead sea, there was a glimmer of anticipation.


    Quinn found herself overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling welling up within her.


    “No way.” She pursed her lips, looking at Julius‘ face. He was incredibly handsome, and she figured most women wouldn’t find his face unpleasant.


    Upon hearing that, he smiled, which seemed to thaw the icy stillness in his eyes<b>, </b>casting an irresistible allure.


    “Right, here’s your handkerchief back,” said Quinn, as she handed it over to Julius.


    He took back his handkerchief. “Promise me you’ll never despise this face of mine.”


    A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, but she nodded, saying, “All right.”


    She never held any resentment toward a particr face, and her disdain would always be reserved for the person behind <i>it</i>.


    If she truly detested someone, she wouldn’t even bother to spare them a nce and would hope they never met again, like with Trent.


    “Then let’s pinky promise, deal?” Julius said, genuinely extending his right hand and holding up his pinky.


    Taken aback, Quinn looked at him with a hint of surprise.


    She didn’t expect that a man like him, who could effortlessly stir up Jexburgh’s high society with a mere flick of his finger, would actually resort to such a childish method to secure a promise.


    “What’s wrong?” Seeing her silent, Julius asked.


    “I just didn’t expect you would… uh, want to make a pinky promise,” said Quinn.


    “It’s because when I was young, a little girl once told me that a pinky promisests a hundred years. Break it, and you’ll lose what you treasure most,” said Julius.


    Quinn was rather surprised. <i>He </i><i>believes </i><i>that</i>? <i>Then </i><i>again</i>, <i>I </i><i>did </i><i>too </i><i>when </i>I <i>was </i>a <i>kid</i>. I <i>would </i><i>even </i><i>say </i><i>the </i><i>same </i><i>thing</i>. <i>What </i><i>a </i><i>coincidence</i><i>. </i><i>Maybe </i><i>I </i><i>made </i><i>a </i><i>pinky </i><i>promise </i><i>with </i>him <i>when </i><i>we </i><i>were </i><i>kids</i><i>, </i><i>too</i><i>? </i>


    Immediately after, Quinn dismissed the fleeting spection that had just crossed her mind. <i>We </i><i>have </i>


    <i>nothing </i><i>to </i><i>do </i><i>with </i><i>each </i><i>other</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>recall </i><i>interacting </i>with <i>the </i><i>Whitethorn </i><i>family </i><i>at </i><i>all </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>past</i>. <i>There’s </i><i>no </i><i>way </i><i>I </i><i>could’ve </i><i>known </i><i>him </i><i>as </i>a <i>kid</i>. <i>Besides</i><i>, </i><i>with </i><i>how </i><i>he </i><i>looks </i><i>right </i><i>now</i>, <i>I </i><i>bet </i><i>he’s </i><i>equally </i><i>attractive </i><i>back </i><i>then</i><i>. </i><i>I </i><i>doubt </i><i>I </i><i>would’ve </i><i>forgotten </i><i>such </i><i>a </i><i>memorable </i><i>face</i><i>. </i><i>I’m </i><i>confident </i><i>in </i><i>my </i><i>memories</i>, <i>and </i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>remember </i><i>meeting </i>him <i>before</i><i>. </i>


    “All right, let’s pinky promise then,” said Quinn, extending her little finger and hooking Julius‘.


    “Pinky promise for a hundred years,” Julius murmured those words, a phrase that Quinn was all too familiar with from her childhood.


    A flicker of bewilderment shed in Quinn’s eyes.


    She felt as though she saw a reflection of her past self, making a pinky promise with someone just like that.


    Marley watched the scene unfold before her, gritting her teeth tightly, her eyes filled with intense jealousy. <i>To </i><i>think </i><i>they’re </i><i>doing </i><i>a </i><i>pinky </i><i>promise</i><i>! </i>


    She still remembered one time in the past when she and Julius happened upon two kids making a pinky promise. Julius waspletely captivated by the sight. So, she suggested, “How about we make a pinky promise too?”


    However, at that time, Julius merely gave her a look. “I don’t need any promises from you, and I don’t n on making any to you either.”


    It was as though, in his eyes, she was nothing more than an insignificant person, even though she had nearly lost her sight in one eye because of him.


    She had paid such a price, and atst, she was close to him, yet he didn’t even want to make a pinky promise with her.


    However, at that moment, he was doing just that with Quinn.


    <i>What’s </i>so <i>great </i><i>about </i><i>Quinn</i><i>? </i>Marley was fuming.


    At that moment, those who witnessed the scene included Laura and Han.