The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 293

Chapter 298 Frayed Edges

Chapter 293 Frayed Edges

Laura shook her head. “From the way Julius looked yesterday, he certainly didn’t seem ready to break up with you. When I mentioned setting you up with someone else, the glare he gave me could have slit my throat.”

“Give him a little while; he’ll come around. And please, stop trying to line me up with someone new–I have neither the time nor the inclination,” said Quinn.

Laura muttered that she probably would not need to meddle anyway; if anyone was celebrating the breakup between Quinn and Julius, it could only be Harlan.

In fact, the night Quinn walked out, Harlan had already cornered Laura and warned her–no more blind dates for Quinn, full stop.

“But can you really set this relationship down and walk away?”

“Of course I can. I once scraped every feeling I had for Trent Grafton out of my chest. Compared with that, letting go of Julius will be easy, too.”

“Trent was a cheating low–life–ditching him doesn’t count. Julius is different; the man adores you. When you almost skipped his birthday last night, I swear I saw him crack right in front of me.”

Pausing, Laura asked after some hesitation, “Are you absolutely sure there’s no chance for the two of you to find your way back?”

“Tell me, Laura–how do you mend something once the trust has collapsed?” Besides, Rowan still stood between her and Julius like a silent, immovable wall.

Laura’s eyes widened; at last she understood–Julius must have crossed a line fatal enough to shatter Quinn’s faith.

“All right, my drama can wait. Tell me–what’s brewing between you and Weston Windore?”

Laura shifted in her seat, a flicker of guilt flashing across her eyes. “Nothing at all.”

“Nothing? Then why did he follow Harlan to the bar last night?”

“He’s trying to feed me the same old line–pick up where we left off. But you know my temperament; we’ve been apart too many years for a replay.”

After Harlan ducked out of the bar, Laura’s frugal instinct kicked in. The cocktails they had ordered were expensive; letting them sit felt sinful, so she and Weston drank them–just the two of them.

No one could have predicted that she would open her eyes this morning to find herself lying beside Weston in the same bed.

The very memory still felt like a thunderbolt cracking straight through her skull.

Alcohol is the enemy–never again, Laura, never again.

When Weston left that morning, his expression had been anything but pleasant.

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Chapter 293 Frayed Edges

At least their clothes remained more or less intact, so she prayed nothing truly irreversible had occurred.

In short, she swore–twice over—that she would never share a bottle with Weston Windore again.

“Laura, why is your face flaming red?” Quinn’s voice echoed by her car.

Startled, Laura jerked back to reality. “N–no reason at all!“.

She told herself that, whatever had happened, it was better left in oblivion.

Quinn’s phone vibrated; Harlan’s name blazed across the screen.

“Quinnic, are you free tonight? We barely exchanged two words yesterday before you left. How about a simple dinner together?”

“Sure.” She had a legal matter in mind anyway and could use his help.

“Great. Any restaurant you’re craving?”

“Anywhere works, as long as it isn’t too far.”

“I’ll text you the address in a bit.”

The moment Quinn ended the call, her phone chimed again. Harlan had texted her the restaurant’s pin- an intimate bistro only a few blocks from Laura’s firm, close enough that the evening commute would be painless.

Twilight settled over Jexburgh by the time she eased her car to the curb.

Harlan waited at a candlelit corner table he had already reserved.

He looked up the instant she sat. “Julius didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

Quinn breathed out a light laugh. “Not even close. And you’re repeating Laura–she asked me the very same question first thing this morning.”

A hesitant beat passed before he asked, “So… you and Julius–are you really over?”

“Over,” she replied.

Relief washed through him; the rigid line of his shoulders loosened as though a knot had finally been untied. He had never expected her breakup to come this fast.

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