Chapter 137 Who Is Lying


    If Julius were truly a terrible person, he wouldn’t have bowed three times in the funeral home toward her parents‘ ashes, nor would he have quietly apanied her when her parents wereid to rest in Hero’s Memorial Garden.


    “Plus, you ev


    en dived into the sea to save someone today. A terrible person wouldn’t go out of their way to rescue others like that!” Quinn said.


    “I saved lives because you did. All along, I never really saw the value of life, but today…”


    Julius’s voice suddenly paused, gently taking her hand and drawing it toward him.


    “Because of you, I’m willing to save others, willing to be a good person,” he murmured softly.


    She was so radiant, so upright, it was as if not even the slightest hint of filth or darkness could taint her.


    And him, he was too consumed by darkness. No matter how bright he appeared on the surface, he knew, deep down, he was already rotten to the core.


    Yet, darkness longed for light. In its pursuit of light, darkness, too, wished to be a little brighter.


    Unexpectedly, Quinn found herself looking at Julius.


    She had never imagined that she would hear such words from Julius.


    It was as if he were telling her that she had the power to shape his life.


    “Quinn, give me a chance,” he pleaded, his eyes filled with longing as he gazed at her. “If there everes a day when you’re certain you can never love me, I won’t persist. Whether it means leaving you or bing strangers, I can ept it. But until that day, please don’t intentionally push me away, okay?”


    Quinn remained silent. The yearning in Julius’s eyes at that moment somehow reminded her of that day in the forbidden room of the mansion. His huddled figure and the dense scars on his back came to her mind.


    Also, there were whips scattered all around the room. And as Marley once mentioned, he… he must have witnessed his mother’s death with his own eyes.


    She felt ufortable rejecting him, as if something was stuck in her throat.


    A twinge of pain seemed to ripple through her heart.


    Could she truly be certain that she would never fall in love with Julius? She asked herself, but she didn’t have an answer.


    Moreover, Julius was not the kind of person who would easily ept rejection.


    Taking a deep breath, Quinn said, “Okay. I promise I won’t push you away on purpose. If I truly fall in love with you, then we’ll date. But if I don’t fall for you before I finish my bodyguard duties, then we’ll each go our separate ways, okay?”


    Julius’s eyshes quivered slightly, and after a brief moment, he let out a gentleugh. “Alright, it’s a deal.”


    If she hadn’t fallen for him, then he would have found a way to make her fall in love with him.


    At the banquet hall, Trent was absentmindedly conversing with government officials and some local tycoons of Yarburn.


    However, in his mind, he would asionally recall the scene of Quinn diving into the sea to save the child.


    She had been so decisive and straightforward. There wasn’t a single hint of hesitation.


    <i>How </i><i>many </i><i>people </i><i>actually </i><i>have </i><i>the </i><i>courage </i><i>to </i><i>do </i><i>this</i><i>? </i>


    Although he noticed the child had fallen into the sea, he had the urge to rush over. But if he really did, would he dive into the ocean to save the child? Or would he back out at thest moment?


    When he questioned himself, he found thetter possibility to be more likely.


    He couldn’t help but doubt if Quinn really had been lying.


    Given her swimming skills and courage, if she had actually seen him in the river, she would have indeed plunged in to save him.


    But if Quinn wasn’t lying, could it be that Sidonie was the one who had lied?


    At this thought, his hand holding the wine ss trembled involuntarily, nearly spilling the wine inside.


    “Trent?” Sidonie asked from the side, “What’s wrong? You don’t look so well.”


    “N–Nothing,” he said, his gaze falling on Sidonie’s face.


    Ever since he met Sidonie, he found her to be a woman of confidence and grace. How could such a woman ever deceive him?


    Moreover, as she had once said, back then he was just a poord with nothing to his name. What could she possibly gain from deceiving him?


    ..


    Just then, a stir suddenly erupted at the entrance of the banquet hall.


    When Trent and Sidonie looked up, they saw Julius and Quinn walking in side by side.


    Dressed in a sleek ck suit, Julius exuded an air of elegance and sophistication. Standing next to him was Quinn, who despite wearing a simple ensemble, managed to look exceptionally sharp.


    Observing herplexion, it was clear that she had regained some color, no longer the pallid hue from when she had just saved someone. Trent was inexplicably relieved at this sight.


    “Mr. Whitethorn, Ms. Bridger, we owe you a debt of gratitude for your heroic actions today. Without you, we could have had a tragedy on our hands,” said Shaun Wane, who was in charge of the ind’s development in Yarburn.