The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 305

Their mouths collided in a tangle of ragged breath and molten heat, the kiss so intense it seemed intent on melting every last taste and secret between them.

“Quinnie,” Julius rasped, his voice ground raw by desire, “the fact you came at all—God, it means everything. Help me, please. Let me have you, just once—only once, I swear—”

Quinn used the moment his mind slipped into feverish haze. With a swift edge of her palm to the side of his neck, she cut the plea—and his consciousness—short.

His body went slack, collapsing against her slender frame, a toppled pillar suddenly robbed of its fire. Steeling herself, she smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt, straightened his jacket, then hitched an arm beneath his and guided the unconscious man out of the lounge.

Fabian startled where he stood outside the door. “Ms. Bridger... What on earth?”

“I knocked him out. We take him to the hospital right now,” Quinn ordered, flicking a glance toward the corridor camera. “Have someone wipe the footage. We leave by the back entrance, car waiting at the rear. Keep this invisible.”

“Understood.” Fabian signaled two guards. While they helped Quinn maneuver their unconscious boss, he rang the driver and dispatched another man to erase every frame of surveillance. By the time they reached the service exit, a black sedan idled beneath the faint glow of a lone security lamp.

The bodyguards eased Julius onto the back seat. Fabian turned to hold the door for Quinn—only to find she had no intention of climbing in.

“Ms. Bridger, aren’t you coming to the hospital with us?” Fabian asked.

“No.” Quinn’s reply was cool, final. “You’ll have plenty of people around him. He doesn’t need me.”

“But if Mr. Whitethorn wakes and you’re not there—”

She cut him off. “Mr. Wooley, I’ll say it once more. Julius and I are finished. Please convince him never again to gamble his health as bargaining chips for me.”

Fabian managed a rueful smile; persuading Julius had never been within his pay grade. “Ms. Bridger, in this world, you are likely the only person he’ll listen to. I’ve never seen him care for anyone this fiercely—he was willing to wreck his own body just to see you tonight.”

“You don’t need to tell me,” she said, voice steady as stone. “Whatever there was between us ends here.”

With that, Quinn pivoted on her heel and disappeared into the dim hallway, footsteps fading like the close of a door that would not reopen.

Was it really worth it, destroying himself for one fleeting glimpse of her?

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