At that mont, a sour sensation swiftly swept over July Quinn’s nose, almost making her burst into tears.
"It’s nothing, I’m fine." She forced back her tears.
Kyle Keaton asked again, "Then why haven’t you arrived yet?"
"I..."
July Quinn listened to the fatigue and unease in the man’s voice, and for a mont wanted to tell him to turn around; she was just outside the restaurant.
But those words seed stuck in her throat.
Just like the distance between them now, so close yet so far.
She shed tears, but her voice beca much colder.
"Kyle Keaton, you’re not still waiting for , are you?"
"Weren’t you the one who arranged to et? I..."
Not giving Kyle Keaton a chance to finish, July Quinn said, "After waiting so long, for what? Just for the surprise I ntioned?"
Naturally, Kyle Keaton heard the odd tone in July Quinn’s words: "July Quinn, what do you an?"
"Nothing special, just wanted to tell you that there’s actually no so-called surprise today, it was all just a joke I played on you."
Even though the wedding dress and suits were inside the restaurant, so what?
If she was destined not to have a future, then she shouldn’t let Kyle Keaton wait in vain.
July Quinn thought that since she spoke so harshly, Kyle Keaton would surely be very angry, maybe even turn his back on her right there.
But unexpectedly, Kyle Keaton only asked her, "What’s wrong with you? Did I do sothing today to upset you?"
He didn’t bla her; instead, he looked for faults in himself.
To coax her into changing her mind, Kyle Keaton even said, "If that’s the case, I apologize."
At that mont, tears once again moistened July Quinn’s face.
If he truly didn’t have the thought of growing old together, how could he bow his proud head?
But after crying, July Quinn’s tone was still stiff: "What are you apologizing for? I’m just informing you that I won’t be showing up and certainly didn’t prepare a surprise for you."
After saying this, July Quinn decisively hung up the phone.
Because she feared that if she didn’t hang up, her pitiful, weak sobs would be heard by him.
"July Quinn?"
Not only was Kyle Keaton inexplicably stood up, but also hung up on.
He put away his phone and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt as if there was a gaze from beneath the roadside tree falling on him.
He imdiately turned around, only to find nothing under the tree.
Kyle Keaton frowned.
Could it be, it was just his illusion?
Kyle Keaton eventually left the restaurant.
And he didn’t know, just now there was a girl crying her heart out under the tree...
*
The next morning, July Quinn was at The Quinn Manor.
After Nina Quinn and Charles Quinn were imprisoned, all the Quinn Family’s properties were directly transferred to her na, including The Quinn Manor located halfway up the mountain.
Joy Quinn pleaded with her, so July Quinn let them—mother and daughter—live in that house.
Last night July Quinn didn’t know how to face Kyle Keaton, so she also stayed there.
She thought Kyle Keaton wouldn’t be able to find her, but unexpectedly, early in the morning, Kyle Keaton broke in, even directly barging into her bedroom.
"Standing up is one thing, but not coming ho at night. July Quinn, are you itching for trouble?"
He had a hint of dark circles under his eyes, and his charming jawline was covered with much stubble, and his suit looked sowhat wrinkled.
It seed he not only didn’t rest well last night but might also not have gone ho to freshen up, focusing solely on finding her.
Seeing his tired yet annoyed look, July Quinn felt a sting deep in her heart.
"I just don’t want to see you, that’s all."
She still kept a cold face, got up, and changed into a different outfit, ready to drive away.
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