999 Tries Still Not His Girl novel Chapter 37

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“In a few years, he’ll meet a new substitute, and you’ll end up worse than me.”

Actually, I lied to her.

I was dying, how could she ended up worse than me?

At most, she’d just be discarded by Quinten when he grew tired of her.

I was with Quinten since I was eighteen.

I grew up without parents, and my grandmother who raised me passed away when I was fifteen.

That was when Quinten showed up in my life.

He was in hot pursuit of me, spending money on me like crazy just to give me the best in the world.

Because of his good looks and the sense of security he gave me, I quickly fell for him.

On my nineteenth birthday, he coaxed me into having sex with him.

That night, from pain to indulgence, I became one with him.

The next day, Quinten took me to meet his friends.

I had never been in such a situation, timidly holding onto Quinten’s clothes, quietly following his lead. His friends looked at me with teasing eyes.

“Quinten, why did you get a little girl?

“She’s too well–behaved, she’ll hold you back.”

I didn’t know what they meant by “hold back” back then.

I just couldn’t help but quietly retort, “No, I won’t.

“I won’t be a burden to Quinten.”

Definitely not.

But later, as I gradually got involved in Quinten’s life, I understood the life he was living.

It was like walking on eggshells.

To not hold Quinten back, to be able to stand by his side, I had to force myself to fit into that environment.

In ten years, I cut my hair short, dyed it, smoked, got tattoos.

I even got countless scars on my body.

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Because I was tough enough, I accompanied Quinten to become the e second–in–command in Bleakshire’s underworld.

But Quinten didn’t seem happy.

Countless nights, he held me in his arms, his fingers brushed over the scars on my body, then leaned in and kissed them.

“Kierra.”

He buried his face in my chest and sighed, “I still like the you from back then.”

And I always pushed him away after a daze, lit a cigarette, and laughed, cursing, “Quinten, you’re such an ungrateful bastard.”

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Chapter 2

When Quinten returned home, it was already dawn.

I lay in bed, actually not asleep.

Just opened my eyes and stared into the darkness.

Until she was pulled into Quinten’s arms.

“Haven’t you slept yet?”

He bent down to kiss me but missed.

He hesitated for a moment, then he hugged me while suppressing his anger and said, “Who bothered you? Shall I go and beat him up for you, okay?”

“Quinten.”

“Um.”

The room was so dark that I couldn’t see his face.

But I could smell the scent of gardenia on him.

“Let’s break up.‘

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Quinten froze for a moment, then let go and lay down to the side, asking, “What’s wrong again?”

He impatiently pressed his forehead, “She’s not a little girl anymore, why is she being so dramatic?”

“What’s the point of splitting up?” he chuckled. “Kierra, you’re not young anymore. Who would marry a wife who smokes, drinks, has tattoos, and is even more ruthless than a man in handling things?”

My chest ached.

I pressed hard on my chest, but I couldn’t suppress the intense pain.

sound, even when they stitched me up with

Quinten’s heartfelt words, fueled by alcohol, caused me to well up with tears.

“Quinten,” I couldn’t help but ask him, “if I had a terminal illness, would you…

“If you were really terminally ill, would I accompany you in committing suicide?”

He pressed his forehead and said, “I’m busy with the wedding and business lately, I don’t have the energy to coax you, don’t act up.” As he spoke, his phone suddenly rang.

After several attempts, Quinten got out of bed with his phone in hand and said, “Speak.”

The girl’s crying sound came through the receiver, not very distinct.

Quinten cursed, “Damn, it’s really troublesome.”

Despite saying it was troublesome, he hurriedly left the house.

“You slept early, you don’t have to wait for me.”

My wedding with Quinten is scheduled for the third of next month.

The wedding was simple. I didn’t tell Quinten about my illness.

In the late stage, it was basically incurable.

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