The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 Gentle Morning

Chapter 442 Gentle Morning

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“You’re awake,” Julius said, lifting his gaze, those phoenix eyes softer than she had ever seen them. “Are you hungry?”

“A little,” she admitted.

Truthfully, she was starving; the night’s exertion had burned through every reserve she possessed.

“I asked them to prepare breakfast. Take a look and choose what you like,” he said, closing the book. He crossed the room, laced his fingers through hers, and guided her toward the table.

The dining table looked more like a lavish hotel buffet than something meant for two. There were Azanian cuisines, Epean cuisines, as well as Celosian–style breakfast.

“That’s… That’s far too much food,” Quinn said, her eyes widening.

“Nobody expects you to clear the entire table,” Julius replied, pulling out her chair with smooth, practiced courtesy. “Just pick whatever you like.”

Quinn sat, reached for a chilled glass of milk and a slice of warm bread, then began to eat with small, careful bites.

Julius took his seat opposite her, choosing only a cup of black coffee whose bitter aroma curled through the air.

“About last night–I pushed you too hard,” Julius said, voice low with contrition. “Are you in pain? If anything hurts, we can pop over to the hospital after breakfast.”

Quinn nearly sputtered her mouthful of milk across the pristine linen, swallowing hard as her cheeks flamed.

“No–no need. I’m fine, really,” she managed, face burning.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Julius pressed, worry furrowing his brow.

“Positive,” she said, tone firm. “I know my own body. At worst, I’m just… well, a little sore.”

“If you insist, we’ll skip the hospital,” Julius conceded. “I’ll have Gavin drop off some healing salve.”

“Please don’t!” Quinn blurted, panicked at the thought. “I’ll swing by the pharmacy myself.”

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Chapter 442 Gentle Morning

He studied her a moment, unreadable, then nodded. “As you wish.”

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Only after that curt permission did Quinn exhale, shoulders loosening. “Julius, does this mean we’re… together again?” she asked, hesitant.

He lifted his gaze, eyes steady. “Is that what want?”

you

She arched a playful brow. “If I didn’t, would I still be clinging to you?”

The unspoken reference to the night’s renewed intimacy hung between them, warm and electrifying.

“I told you,” Julius said quietly, “when you love me as deeply as I love you, then we’ll be together.”

Disappointment flickered across Quinn’s eyes; she had assumed his eagerness last night meant they had already crossed that threshold.

Yet, when she considered his lingering insecurity, she knew a single promise could never dismantle the walls he’d built.

Still, his attitude had softened; the frigid distance of before was gone.

And time, she reminded herself, was on her side.

As long as he still loved her, she could prove her own heart, inch by inch.

One day, she vowed, she would soothe every fear and persuade him to begin anew.

“Are you free later?” Quinn asked. “I’d like to hit the mall and pick up a few clothes.”

Her uncle had assured her she was welcome to the wardrobes originally gathered for her mother.

But every gown glittered, couture and dramatic–nothing that fit Quinn’s easy, everyday style.

“All right,” Julius said with simple finality.

After breakfast, they drove together to the mall, a sleek glass complex only a few blocks away.

Since Quinn had only just shed her cast, each step was cautious, measured, and–despite her determination–slightly slower than usual.

As they roamed from window to window, Quinn couldn’t help noticing the tiny courtesy hidden in Julius‘ stride. He had shortened his long steps to match the unhurried rhythm of her

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