Chapter 112 Desire For Me


    “No,” Quinn replied, “Do you really think I’m the type to jump into a new rtionship right after a divorce?”


    “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that jerk!” Laura blurted out.


    “I’m not, but I also don’t n on dating Julius,” Quinn said.


    Lana was astounded. “He confessed his feelings for you, and you’re not even moved? He was once voted as the most desirable man in a magazine!”


    Quinn was at her wits‘ end. The call was on speaker mode, so Laura’s booming voice filled the entire room.


    <i>The </i><i>most </i><i>desirable </i><i>man</i><i>… </i><i>What </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>magazine </i>is <i>this</i><i>, </i><i>to </i><i>bestow </i><i>such </i><i>a </i><i>title </i><i>on </i><i>Julius</i><i>? </i>


    As for being moved… Quinn suddenly felt a faint warmth spreading across her lips. It was as if the residual heat from his finger still lingered there.”


    “No,” she said, “At least… I don’t think so.”


    After ending the call with her friend, Quinn freshened up and went downstairs to have breakfast with Julius.


    As she was sipping her oatmeal, Julius‘ voice suddenly rang out. “Don’t I stir up any interest in you?”


    Quinn was taken aback, and the oatmeal in her mouth suddenly tasted nd.


    After finally managing to swallow the oatmeal in her mouth, Quinn asked, “What… What did you say just now?” She seriously doubted if she had heard wrong.


    “Don’t I stir up any interest in you?” he repeated earnestly.


    His secretary, standing by, Fabian, was even more taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise.


    What did <i>Mr. </i><i>Whitethorn </i><i>say</i>? <i>Is </i><i>he </i><i>implying </i><i>that </i><i>he </i><i>wants </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>favored </i><i>by </i><i>Ms. </i><i>Bridger</i><i>? </i>


    It <i>turns </i>out that Mr. <i>Whitethorn </i><i>actually </i><i>yearns </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>wanted</i><i>! </i>


    Quinn blinked, confirming that she had heard correctly.


    Before that, Lana had mentioned over the phone about a magazine dering him as the most desirable man. And now, he was bringing up this topic. Could it be…


    “Did you eavesdrop on my phone call this morning?” she asked in surprise.


    “Your phone was so loud that I could hear it even from the next room. It was hard to ignore,” Julius replied.


    <i>That </i><i>loud </i><i>Laura</i><i>! </i>Quinn grumbled inwardly.


    “Do I really hold no appeal to you? Can’t I stir even a hint of desire in you?” Julius asked her, his gaze fixed


    on hers<b>. </b>


    Quinn gazed at the man before her. Strictly speaking, his physical appearance was quite attractive, the kind many women would fall for, but…


    “You’re quite appealing, but I prefer someone with a more lively and humorous personality.” She


    deliberately mentioned a type that waspletely opposite to Julius‘ character. This way, at least when she rejected him, it wouldn’t be too awkward for both of them.


    Julius gently lowered his gaze. “I see.”


    A <i>lively </i><i>and </i><i>humorous </i><i>person</i>. <i>It’s </i><i>the </i><iplete </i><i>opposite </i><i>of </i><i>me</i><i>! </i>


    <i>So</i><i>, </i><i>does </i><i>she </i>like… <i>Han</i><i>? </i>


    Naturally, Quinn hadn’t anticipated that her offhand remark would lead to such a misunderstanding with Julius.


    “By the way, I have to visit Great–grandpa today, so I’m afraid I won’t able to work during the day,” she said.


    They had agreed that if she had personal matters to attend to, she could do so after informing him.


    “Do you want me to take you there?” he asked.


    “No need. I’ll take a taxi there myself,” she replied.


    “All right, then.”


    She quickly finished her breakfast and turned to leave. He watched her retreating figure until she disappeared from his sight.


    “How do you suppose I can get closer to her?” Julius asked in a low, thoughtful voice.


    Fabian, standing off to the side, felt a shiver run through him. “Maybe it’s because Ms. Bridger just went through a divorce, <b>so</b>… that’s why she’s acting this way. Perhaps if she spends more time with you, Mr. Whitethorn, she’ll naturally grow closer to you.”


    Fabian hade to understand it now. It’s <i>clear </i><i>that </i>Mr. <i>Whitethorn </i><i>has </i><i>developed </i><i>serious </i><i>feelings </i>for <i>Ms. </i><i>Bridger</i>.


    Julius pursed his lips. Despite her spending most of her days with him, even sometimes right by his side, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he couldn’t truly get close to her. Why was that?


    “Do you think I’m the humorous and lively type?” Julius asked.


    Fabian remained silent.


    Mr. <i>Whitethorn </i><i>can </i><i>never </i><i>be </i><i>described </i><i>as </i><i>“</i><i>humorous </i><i>and </i><i>lively</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Julius gently lowered his gaze. <i>If </i><i>I’m </i><i>not </i><i>that </i><i>type</i><i>, </i><i>perhaps </i><i>it </i>will <i>be </i><i>better </i><i>to </i><i>keep people </i>like <i>that </i><i>out </i>of <i>her </i><i>sight</i>… <i>Would </i><i>that </i><i>be </i><i>better</i>?


    Quinn arrived at the Bridger residence to visit Murren.


    The patriarch was slumped on the couch, looking noticeably more worn out than he had been in the past few days.


    “Great–grandpa, how are you feeling?” Quinn asked with concern.


    “Don’t worry. I’m tougher than I look,” Murren said with a smile upon seeing Quinn. “As for you, from


    what I gather, it seems like you have no ns to join Bridger Group.”