Chapter 133: Iced water
As they walked, Belle could not help but ponder how Christabel’s tale had ended. Now that she had acquired the bracelet, she longed to ask, yet the opportunity had not arisen. She did not want to impose on her but she couldn’t keep her curiosity in check either.
Lost in thought, she failed to notice a loose carriage rushing toward her. Cries rang out around her, urging her to move, yet she remained oblivious to their warnings.
"Belle!"
His voice cut through her thoughts, and she snapped her head up, frowning as she saw Quinn rushing toward her, his face taut with urgency. Turning away, she spotted the carriage but it was too late. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she braced herself for the impact, shrinking back instinctively, only to be wrenched aside.
Gasping, she slowly opened her eyes, squinting as her gaze met Quinn’s, his own a storm of conflicting emotions. He did not look angry, nor was he pleased. He was neither anxious nor composed. She could not decipher his expression, as though he himself struggled to form one.
He questioned, "Were you seeking to end your own life?" His voice was dangerously low, tinged with frustration.
"I did not see it! Why would I ever seek to end my own life?" She retorted, now glaring at him. Did he truly believe her so reckless? Once, she might have stood before death willingly, but not now, not when she had reason to live.
"I-I am most sorry! Please, forgive me!" The owner of the carriage fell to his knees, his voice trembling with remorse.
Quinn straightened and extended his hand to her, but she scoffed and rose of her own accord, brushing herself off.