The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450 Never Let Go

Chapter 450 Never Let Go

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Quinn studied Julius‘ face. Conflict warred beneath his sculpted features, and–for once- those usually sharp falcon eyes flickered with something close to panic.

He had refused to take her back right away, yet now, he fought just as fiercely to keep her from pulling away.

Is it that he never truly felt safe–convinced my love is too thin, too fragile, that I might discard him at any moment?

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Quinn’s lips curved in a soft, sudden smile. She slipped her arms around the back of his neck, drawing him close. “All right, I won’t let go. As long as you don’t tell me to let you go, my arms stay right here, Mr. Whitethorn–is that good enough?”

Julius blinked, momentarily stunned. A single rough word escaped him. “What?”

The panic in his eyes melted into blank astonishment.

Quinn lifted her chin, voice steady despite the hammering of her heart. “Unless you ask me to, I will never let you go.” She rose onto her toes and brushed a feather–light kiss over his mouth.

His entire body went rigid; wide eyes searched her face as though he no longer trusted his own

senses.

Only after a long, trembling silence did he part his dry lips. “You… you’re not lying to me?”

“I told you–I want us to rebuild trust. No lies, no games. Why would I destroy that by faking something this important?” She reached up and brushed aside the stray strands that had fallen across his forehead. “And if you’re worried about Harlan, don’t be. Before I flew to Celosia to find you, I made everything clear to him.”

He stiffened, then asked in a low rasp, “Made what clear?”

“That the man I love is you. I told him my feelings for him have never been romantic–never before, not now, not ever.”

Her fingers found the first button of his shirt. One by one, she freed them, finally splaying her hand over the warm thrum of his chest.

In this intimate world, she meant to give him absolute security–to let every heartbeat tell him how fiercely she loved him.

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Chapter 450 Never Let Go

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“Julius, I love you. I want us walking side by side, exploring every corner of the world we dream about. I want to open my eyes each morning and see you first. Even the way you flush and gasp when desire takes you–that too is mine alone to witness This fierce longing to keep you all to myself is new to me, yet it burns like wildfire.” D

One declaration after another, she laid her heart bare.

His breathing hitched; his chest rose and fell beneath her palm. “You want… to keep me all to yourself?”

“Yes. I don’t want you loving anyone else–only me.” Her fingertips traced the steady drum of his heartbeat. “So, what about you? Do you need more proof?”

He stared at her, then slowly guided her hand to his lips. There, he pressed a reverent kiss into her palm. “Your kindness and friendship you may share, but your love–all the days ahead- belongs only to me. And mine is yours alone.”

He did not love easily, but once he loved, he poured in everything.

If emotions were flowers, then his solitary blossom opened only for her and would close to every other sun.

The heat of his mouth lingered against her palm. His gaze and the weight of his voice made the moment feel like a solemn vow.

“Very well. My love, for the rest of my life, is yours alone.”

With equal gravity, she sealed her own promise.

Later that night, Quinn stood on her balcony, phone pressed to her ear as she chatted with Laura. Harlan’s name surfaced in the conversation.

“Oh, and it seems Harlan plans to head overseas–did you hear about that?” Laura said.

Quinn straightened, startled. “Overseas? I had no idea. He never mentioned it.”

“I only found out while visiting his firm,” Laura explained. “I overheard him and his secretary talking about expanding abroad. Sounds like he’ll be gone for several years.”

Quinn held her tongue, the quiet wrapping around her like a shawl as the city lights beyond the window blinked without waiting for an answer.

“You know,” Laura muttered, lowering her voice as though gossip might sprout wings, “after you married Trent Grafton, Harlan disappeared overseas for three years. Now he’s packing his bags again–tell me it isn’t still about you.”

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