Chapter 215 The Pleas Of A Child
At that moment, Julius sounded like a helpless child.
Quinn suddenly recalled her afternoon conversation with Fabian.
Could the lingering perfume still be triggering him? Is he trapped inside that nightmare again, not yet truly awake?
Quinn softened her voice, “Julius, let go of my wrist first so I can find a doctor to take a look at you.”
“No. I won’t let go. You’ll leave me. All of you will leave me…” he murmured. Montague had left him, Arlene had left him, and even the people who swore all day they loved him eventually left as well.
“A useless tool doesn’t deserve to exist!” His father’s voice kept echoing beside his ear.
<Maybe they abandoned me again and again because I really am nothing but a useless tool.>
Quinn stared at Julius’s striking face, now contorted and broken. He had clearly been born a golden boy who should have possessed everything, yet at this moment he made her ache with pity–and seethe with rage. Back when she punched his father, she truly should have hit the man harder.
“Julius, I am not leaving you–do you hear me? I will never leave you. Never!”
She repeated that promise over and over, tirelessly.
His lashes trembled, as though he had finally heard her. At last a focal point returned to those dark phoenix eyes.
“Quinn…” He stared blankly at her, gradually surfacing from the haze. “Did I lose control just now?”
“No. You only gripped my wrist–you did nothing else and you never hurt me,” Quinn answered.
His gaze drifted upward to her wrist, still locked inside his fingers.
Reason told him to release her, yet he dreaded that once he opened his hand, he might never catch her again.
“I’m not leaving, Julius. You’re my boyfriend now,” she whispered beside his ear.
He shuddered, then slowly unclenched his hand.
Freed, Quinn did not push him away. Instead, she wrapped both arms around his waist. “You were having a nightmare, right? Don’t be scared–I’m here. And the next time I see your father, I’ll punch him again.”
Stunned, Julius lowered his eyes, and then gave a faint smile. “Yes… you’re here.”
The nightmare had been nothing but darkness, blood, and silhouettes walking away. He reached for them, yet they never looked back. Only when her voice seeped into his ears did he feel alive again.
“Quinn…” Exhausted, he buried his head against the curve of her shoulder. “Thank you for staying. As long as you’re here, I’m not afraid of anything.”
The only thing I fear is you leaving me.
“So you must keep your word–never abandon me,” he murmured, the vow drifting through the air like the deepest covenant.
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