Chapter 327 At sixteen, the boy was still all innocence—a little like a loyal puppy trailing behind Citrine, uncertain but eager to please.
After stowing her luggage, Citrine glanced at the awkward teenager lingering by the curb and gently called, "Con, hop in." Quincy snapped out of his daze and immediately pulled open the car door.
Once his seatbelt was fastened, Citrine pulled away from the curb and headed into the city.
She chose a well-known restaurant for dinner. Inside, Quincy sat stiffly at the edge of his chair, visibly uncomfortable.
His world had always revolved around his sister. Because of his frail health, no other kids wanted to play with him while he was growing up. He'd never had any friends. Apart from his sister, Citrine was the only person he'd ever spent twith alone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was his first tout with anyone besides his sister, and nerves were getting the better of him.
Noticing his unease, Citrine smiled, trying to put him at ease. She slid the menu over to him. "Order whatever you like," she offered warmly.
Quincy stared at the menu, eyes widening at the prices. After a moment's hesitation, he pressed his lips together and picked out a few cheap dishes before passing the menu back.
Citrine took one look at his choices and added a couple of the restaurant's specialties before handing the menu to the waiter.
For a while, neither of them spoke. Eventually, Quincy broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sis, after dinner, I'll head back to Havencrest." He knew his little stunt had scared his sister and probably inconvenienced her friend as well.
Citrine paused, surprised, then looked at Quincy with gentle seriousness. "You're already here, so why not stay a few days in Crestwood? There's no need to rush back." She smiled. "There's so much good food and so many fun places around here. Letshow you around, all right?" As she spoke, she began listing Crestwood's best dishes and must-see sights.
Quincy had been sickly since childhood and rarely had the chance to go out. His sister, worried for his health, had always sheltered him, treating him as if he might break at any moment. Because of this, he'd hardly seen anything of the world beyond his home.
Hearing Citrine's words, a flicker of longing appeared in his eyes.
Before long, their food arrived. Alongside the simple vegetarian dishes Quincy had chosen, Citrine had ordered a few of the house specialties.
When they finished eating, it was already late. Citrine drove Quincy to her apartment in Verona Heights-a spacious, modern place.
Quincy had expected Citrine to drop him off at a random hotel, so he was surprised when she brought him hinstead.
He realized then that his sister must be truly close with her boss.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOver the next few days, Citrine kept her promise. She took Quincy out to try all sorts of delicious food, and together they visited the city's famous sights. The two grew comfortable with each other quickly, and Quincy found himself truly enjoying the experience.
One evening, as they drove back, Citrine spoke up suddenly. "Why did you argue with your sister?" Quincy hesitated before answering. "I..... I don't want the surgery anymore." "Why not?" Citrine asked, her tone gentle.
Quincy looked down. "My sister's already spent everything she has on ΟΠ me. She's always going back and forth to take care of me. I'm useless-a burden. If it weren't for me, she'd have a much easier life."
Citrine shook her head. "Your sister has never thought of you as a m burden. Did Did you ever consider that you might be the reason she keeps going?" Her words hit Quincy hard.
She smiled softly. "As long as you're alive, your sister has hope. Quincy, everything she does is because she wants you to live." Quincy stared at Citrine, her words breaking through his fog of guilt. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I understand now. I won't let her down again." Just then, Carlotta arrived after finishing her work.
"Sis..." Quincy mumbled, eyes downcast, guilt written all over his face as he greeted his sister.