Chapter 101 Choosing A Gown
Chapter 101 Choosing A Gown
Quinn fell silent, turning her gaze to the view outside the car window.
Julius‘ gaze fell on her.
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He hadn’t expected to overhear a conversation between Han and her at the county recorder’s office that day.
When Han imed that everyone in the Whitethorn family was unusual, she didn’t sense anything odd about them. In fact, whenever Han tried to share the secretive rumors about the Whitethorn family, she would always dismiss them, asserting that rumors weren’t credible.
As Han had said, such a woman was a noble and benevolent character. Compared to her, even if he appeared sessful and distinguished, he was an insignificant being.
He knew that to many people, he was considered a lunatic. Even if he wasn’t crazy now, they believed it was only a matter of time before he would be.
“Do you really not want to know what the rumors about the Whitethorn family are?” His voice suddenly echoed throughout the car.
“I’m not interested in rumors,” Quinn said. “Besides, who can really tell if they’re true or false?”
Julius‘ eyes dimmed slightly. <b><i>Is </i></b><i>she </i><i>not </i><i>interested </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>rumors </i><i>or </i><i>me</i><i>? </i>
“What if some of the rumors are true?” Julius asked.
“What?” Quinn was taken aback.
Julius looked at Quinn. “For instance, rumors say that everyone in the Whitethorn family is a bit off, including myself. What if I told you those rumors are true?”
“Do you have a mental illness?” Quinn asked solemnly.
A flicker of surprise shed in Julius‘ eyes. He had initially thought that upon hearing his words, she would show some hesitation, or worse, he might see disgust etched on her face.
However, he didn’t expect that to be the first thing she asked after hearing his words.
“No,” he said.
“If that’s not the case, then you’re normal,” Quinn responded. “People are diverse in nature. What others say <b>is </b>their business. If you feel that you’re not normal, that’s when you’re truly abnormal.”
Julius‘ eyes sparkled slightly.
Ever since he met her, she had always regarded him with an ordinary gaze.
She didn’t look at him the way other women did – with either ttery, greed, or fear. Instead, she simply saw him as a regr person.
Julius suddenly chuckled softly. “You’re right. If I start thinking I’m not normal, then that’s when I’m truly not. In the future, if there’s anything you want to know about the Whitethorn family or me, you can ask me directly. No need to find out through others.”
Quinn gave Julius a peculiar look. She didn’t see why she needed to know anything about Julius or his family.
After all, that had nothing to do with her.
However, she remained silent, and Julius didn’t continue the conversation on that topic.
The car pulled up in front of a swanky club in the heart of Yarburn.
Quinn followed Julius out of the car.
The staff had been waiting for quite some time, ready to assist Quinn in choosing a gown. Meanwhile, Julius casually lounged on a couch, flipping through the club’s catalog.
The pages of the catalog were adorned with images of stunning models, each dressed in a variety of exquisite gowns.
This sort of catalog made it convenient for customers to choose their gowns.
As Julius looked at the pictures in the catalog, he remained calm and unruffled.
There were always beautiful women showing interest in him, but he never had any interest in them.
At one point, many even spected that he might have issues with his orientation.
Only he himself understood that, regardless of whether it was men or women, he simply wasn’t interested.
However, he found himself increasingly drawn to Quinn. From the moment she first pointed a toy gun at his head to their subsequent encounters, his interest in her seemed to grow, slipping beyond his control.
Quinn wasn’t the kind of person who would take someone’s breath away at first sight. However, her aura of determination, coupled with her refined features, gave her a certain resilience that was hard to ignore.
Even though she was slender and a head shorter than he, there was something about being by her side that inexplicably brought a sense offort.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed. It was Quinn, already changed into the carefully chosen gown, who appeared before Julius.
It was a long gown that reached her ankles, featuring a side slit. It was a simple ck one, certainly a convenient and low–key formal wear.
Yet, it left him with a sense of awe.
It was as if his gaze was unable to tear away from her face.
“I’ll apany you to the banquet tomorrow. Let’s go with this outfit,” Quinn suggested, as she approached Julius.
As she walked, the slit in her formal dress allowed glimpses of her long right leg, subtly revealed amidst the sway of her gown.
Julius suddenly furrowed his brows, thinking about the likelihood of many people seeing her legs if she wore this gown tomorrow.