The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 No Going Back

Chapter 292 No Going Back

“That’s impossible,” Quinn said, her refusal cutting clean. “What we had is over. Trust isn’t a crack you fill with words. I don’t want to spend my life guessing which sentence is the truth and which is the lie. But every time I see your face, I relive the video of Rowan’s pleading eyes. I keep telling myself you weren’t obliged to save him, yet-”

Her voice trembled, and she fought the urge to cry. “I can’t make my heart believe it.”

“Then blame me, curse me, even hate me,” Julius pleaded, “just don’t leave.”

“If anger is all that binds us, what would be the point?” Quinn asked. “You’re resisting the breakup now because it’s fresh. With time, the feeling will fade.”

“So you’ve already moved on?” he pressed.

Quinn’s fingers curled into her palms. In a voice that fought to stay steady, she said, “Yes. I have.”

Shadow gathered behind his eyes. “So you’ll meet other men? You honestly think whatever suitor Laura digs up will be better than me? For every man she introduces, I’ll destroy one–and I can make her-”

“Julius Whitethorn!” Quinn’s shout cracked through the room. “Touch my friend and I will never forgive you. Laura was drunk, tossing out words. I’m not interested in meeting anyone new, but-”

Her eyes blazed as she continued, “If you harm Laura, that line will never uncross.”

He let out a short, bitter laugh. “You already don’t forgive me. What difference does one more sin make?”

“Then you will hurt her?” Quinn’s tone went glacial.

He ignored the question. “Eat the cake first. It’s my birthday.” With an almost ceremonial firmness, he nudged the plate closer.

Quinn drew a deep breath, accepted the plate, took a single bite, then handed it back. “Satisfied?”

“Too little,” he murmured. Bowing his head, he scooped a cloud of frosting onto his tongue, then seized her chin and crashed his mouth onto hers.

Quinn shoved at his chest, but his arms locked around her like steel cable.

The sweet cream flowed from his mouth into hers; she swallowed only because there was no space left to breathe.

She landed punch after punch against his ribs, yet he clung tighter, kissing her with desperate fury.

Quinn knew her blows were far from gentle. He absorbed each one in silence, determined not to let go. Remembering the three fingers she had already broken, she finally let her fists fall.

The kiss refused to end; Julius‘ lips roved over Quinnie’s, claiming and releasing them in a relentless loop. In a breathy murmur pressed to her ear, he whispered, “Quinnie, you still can’t bear to hurt me, can you? That means you still love me

Quinn shoved him away with sudden force. “Enough. Are you done?”

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Chapter 292 No Going Back

Julius dragged in a ragged breath and fixed her with a fever–bright stare. “Don’t you dare look for another man. The moment you choose one, I’ll destroy him.”

Quinn’s brows knitted. Gloom and something close to madness had settled over Julius‘ face, reminding her of the rumors that branded him the Whitethorn madman. If they clashed head–on, no one knew what might happen.

She lifted a hand, wiped her aching lips with the back of it, and glared at him. “All right, I’ve eaten the cake. and spent your birthday with you. Happy now? I’m leaving.”

Given enough time, he’ll have to accept that we’re over.

As she reached the foyer, Julius‘ voice rolled after her. “Quinnic, remember what I just said. I always keep my word.”

Bang!

The only reply he received was the slam of the door.

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