Chapter 224 Shadows <i>Of </i>The Past
Chapter 224 Shadows Of The Past
What was <i>I </i>thinking just <i>now</i>–using a <i>child </i><i>to </i><i>lock </i><i>her </i><i>beside </i><i>me</i><i>? </i>
<i>I </i>once <i>despised </i><i>Father </i><i>for </i><i>that </i><i>very </i><i>act</i>.
<i>Yet</i><i>, </i>I <i>nearly </i><i>copied </i>him a moment <i>ago</i>.
<i>I </i><i>disgust </i>even <i>myself</i><i>. </i>
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Quinn cupped his face. “Listen to me. You will never be your father, and I am not your mother. I will never choose to end my own life.”
Julius stared at her; after a while, the corners of his mouth lifted. “You’re right. You’re nothing like her- you’re far stronger.”
She brimmed with life; even when cornered, she would fight to survive, not seek release in death.
“My mother disliked–maybe even loathed–my father. But you like me… You might even love me, won’t you?” he asked, as if begging for assurance.
“Yes. I like you, and… I will love you,” Quinn answered.
<i>Maybe </i>I <i>already </i><i>do</i><i>! </i>
Julius wrapped her in his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.
She could unsettle him so easily–and soothe him just as quickly.
And he was bing someone who simply could not lose her.
The next day, Sidonie arrived at Nimbus Air, hoping to persuade the executives to reconsider their decision.
But the very managers who usually greeted her with warm smiles now looked at her as though she were something distasteful.
The leader did not bother to soften the blow, saying, “Nimbus Air is merely terminating your contract- that is already generous. Do you have any idea how much damage your actions have done to thepany’s reputation?”
Sidonie protested, “But I didn’t endanger anyone. I only secured my own safety first. How is that a crime?”
The leader countered, “If, in a moment of crisis, all you can think about is protecting yourself, how <b>can </b>passengers possibly trust you with their lives? Besides, if you hadn’t been named the Firefighting <b>Hero </b><b>five </b>years ago, <i>do </i>you really believe you’d have been promoted to co–pilot so quickly?”
“What?” Sidonie blinked, feeling stunned.
“Your flying skills and personal aptitude are ordinary at best,” he went on. “Nimbus <b>Air </b><b>invested </b><b>in </b><b>you </b>only because of that honor. Now, thepany no longer <b>has </b>any <b>reason </b>to <b>keep </b><b>you</b>.<b>” </b>
Humiliation surged <b>across </b>Sidonie’s <b>face</b>. Once<b>, </b>she had <b>brimmed </b>with <b>confidence</b><b>, </b><b>proud </b><b>to </b><b>be </b><b>Nimbus </b>
Chapter 224 Shadows Of The Past
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Air’s first female pilot–even if the title was only co–pilot. Among all the women in the cockpit, she <b>had </b>been the standout. Yet, in her supervisor’s mouth, she was suddenly mediocre. She refused <b>to </b><b>ept </b><b>it</b>.
Leaving the office, she felt every former colleague whispering behind cupped hands; their eyes shone <b>with </b>contempt and ridicule. Sidonie clenched her fists. <i>One </i><i>day</i><i>, </i><i>you’ll </i><i>all </i><i>look </i>at <i>me </i><i>with </i>respect–no, with envy<b>. </b><b>Just </b>then, her phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, her expression changed.
Laura had arranged to meet Han at a café.
The moment he sat down, she demanded, “You were drunk that night. Why did you make your unclee pick you up?”
Han lounged in his chair. “Why am I not allowed to call him?”
“You know perfectly well what he and I used to be. Didn’t it cross your mind I might feel awkward?” She scowled.
“I figured your skin was thick enough not to care,” Han replied.
Laura rolled her eyes. “Spoken like a true gentleman. By the way, did he say anything to you afterward?”
Han arched <i>a </i>brow. “Why should he?”
“No reason,” she said, forcing a smile. <i>It’s </i><i>better </i><i>if </i>he <i>hadn’t</i>.
At that moment, Laura’s peripheral vision caught Sidonie across the street, ducking into a shabby motel with a man, as though desperate not to be recognized.
<i>Who </i><i>on </i><i>earth </i><i>is </i><i>that </i><i>guy</i>? <i>Why </i><i>are </i><i>they </i><i>sneaking </i><i>into </i><i>a motel</i><i>? </i>Suspicion narrowed her eyes.
She seized Han’s wrist. “Come with me!”
“Where?” Han was baffled.
“That motel across the road.”
For the first time in his life, Han found himself skulking toward a budget motel like a petty thief.
“What exactly are we doing?” he muttered, annoyed. In Jexburgh, he usually strode wherever he pleased; he did not do so furtively.
“Keep your voice down. Don’t draw attention,” Laura warned.
Han rolled his eyes. As <i>if </i><i>sneaking </i><i>around </i><i>like </i><i>this </i><i>isn’t </i><i>attention</i>–<i>grabbing </i><i>already</i>.
U<b>/</b>.43 <b>vved</b><b>, </b><b>To </b><b>Jun </b>