The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Pinky Promise

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Quinn pursed her lips. I doubt he would’ve come today if he were a cold–blooded monster. “Your mother didn’t treat you well?”

“She really disliked me, especially my face. She couldn’t stand it,” Julius said. His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something normal.

Quinn was taken aback. What kind of mother could despise her own child’s face to that degree?

“What about you? Would you hate my face?” Julius asked.

Taken aback, Quinn saw his eyelashes quiver slightly as his striking eyes slowly lifted to meet hers.

His gaze was calm without a hint of disturbance like a dead sea.

However, beneath that dead sea, there was a glimmer of anticipation.

Quinn found herself overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling welling up within her.

“No way.” She pursed her lips, looking at Julius‘ face. He was incredibly handsome, and she figured most women wouldn’t find his face unpleasant.

Upon hearing that, he smiled, which seemed to thaw the icy stillness in his eyes, casting an irresistible allure.

“Right, here’s your handkerchief back,” said Quinn, as she handed it over to Julius.

He took back his handkerchief. “Promise me you’ll never despise this face of mine.”

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, but she nodded, saying, “All right.”

She never held any resentment toward a particular face, and her disdain would always be reserved for the person behind it.

If she truly detested someone, she wouldn’t even bother to spare them a glance and would hope they never met again, like with Trent.

“Then let’s pinky promise, deal?” Julius said, genuinely extending his right hand and holding up his pinky.

Taken aback, Quinn looked at him with a hint of surprise.

She didn’t expect that a man like him, who could effortlessly stir up Jexburgh’s high society with a mere flick of his finger, would actually resort to such a childish method to secure a promise.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing her silent, Julius asked.

“I just didn’t expect you would… uh, want to make a pinky promise,” said Quinn.

“It’s because when I was young, a little girl once told me that a pinky promise lasts a hundred years. Break it, and you’ll lose what you treasure most,” said Julius.

Quinn was rather surprised. He believes that? Then again, I did too when I was a kid. I would even say the same thing. What a coincidence. Maybe I made a pinky promise with him when we were kids, too?

Immediately after, Quinn dismissed the fleeting speculation that had just crossed her mind. We have

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nothing to do with each other, and I don’t recall interacting with the Whitethorn family at all in the past. There’s no way I could’ve known him as a kid. Besides, with how he looks right now, I bet he’s equally attractive back then. I doubt I would’ve forgotten such a memorable face. I’m confident in my memories, and I don’t remember meeting him before.

“All right, let’s pinky promise then,” said Quinn, extending her little finger and hooking Julius‘.

“Pinky promise for a hundred years,” Julius murmured those words, a phrase that Quinn was all too familiar with from her childhood.

A flicker of bewilderment flashed in Quinn’s eyes.

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