The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436 Stay Alive

Chapter 436 Stay Alive

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Julius‘ body jerked in surprise. A moment later, Quinn’s warm palms cupped his cheeks, steadying the trembling he tried to hide.

“Julius Whitethorn, I will live longer than you. You do not have to fear me dying first.”

In that instant, the storm in his chest began to settle, each frantic beat pacified by her certainty.

It felt as though she could see the precise shape of his fear and was placing gentle hands over every sharp edge.

He studied her, needing the answer as much as air. “You promise?”

She smiled. “I promise.”

Still smiling, she lifted her hand and crooked her pinky. “Shall we seal it with a pinky promise?”

He stared at the tiny invitation for a long, silent beat, then finally hooked his own pinky around hers.

“Quinn, a pinky promise means you must do what you said.”

“I will.” She pressed the pad of her thumb to his, sealing the childish ritual with solemn devotion.

In their world, that simple gesture was holy–a vow no courtroom could rival.

She knew how deeply this man loved her, and if she left the world first, he might follow her straight into the dark.

As such, she would fight to live longer than he did, praying he would live a long, fruitful life.

That night, Quinn fell asleep with her fingers laced through Julius‘

Morning light arrived, and the very first thing she saw was the man’s striking, sleeping face. Waking to such a view each day felt like a gift her eyes never tired of unwrapping.

Even with rumpled hair and half–lidded eyes, his beauty refused to hide, spilling effortlessly into every angle.

He looked nothing like the aloof businessman the world feared. In sleep, he was languid, innocent, and dangerously more compelling.

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Quinn had already claimed the job of changing Julius‘ bandages each morning.

Julius merely nodded, offering no comment.

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Changing the dressing, winding new gauze–such chores flowed from Quinn’s fingers like second nature.

After all, her mother had been a military doctor, and Quinn had shadowed that steady hand since childhood. Later, being in the Falcon Special Forces turned practice into reflex.

Most days, the two of them occupied the vast presidential suite as though it were a private world suspended above the city.

While Julius sequestered himself in the study to wrestle with corporate battles, Quinn settled in the airy lounge, laptop balanced on her knees, fielding emails, briefing her staff, and exchanging quick messages with Laura.

“So, tell me, now that you and Julius have found each other again, have you slept with him yet?” Laura asked, her tone as casual as a question about the weather.

Laura, forever honest about her desires, pictured herself in Quinn’s place. With a specimen like Julius lounging nearby, she doubted her own restraint.

Quinn coughed, a small, embarrassed rasp that slipped through the call.

Laura caught the sound and needed no further confirmation.

“Cast on your leg or not, girl, that is some iron–willed determination!”

The remark made Quinn choke for real this time, water catching in her throat until tears pricked her eyes.

What on earth is that description?

“Since you two are back together, when are you flying home?” Laura pressed.

“We’re not back together,” Quinn answered, her voice thin.

Laura gasped. “You’re kidding… You guys haven’t made up with each other?”

Julius had braved a wall of flames to save Quinn, and Quinn had chased him all the way to Celosia, yet somehow the final piece between them remained out of place.

“Did you at least tell him you love him?” she continued.

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