The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468 Lullaby Of Resolve

Chapter 468 Lullaby Of Resolve

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“Don’t… confront my father!” Julius panted, using pain to steal a flicker of clarity. “Quinn, listen to me. Go home. Let me deal with him.”

“Even if I avoid him, he’ll hunt me down. I never meant for you to face this alone. I chose you, Julius, and that means we stand together–always.” Her fingers brushed past his eyebrows.

Her gentle voice, soft as a lullaby, tugged his eyelids lower.

“Sleep now. Rest a little. When you wake, you’ll know what to do.”

His eyes finally closed, and darkness swallowed the room.

Her breath warmed his ear with one last promise: “Julius, you’ll be fine–and so will I.”

When Julius finally slipped into unconsciousness, Quinn straightened and wrapped his injured hand in clean gauze. She then hoisted him carefully, laid him flat on the bed, and changed into dark, mobile clothing pulled from the wardrobe.

Phone to her ear, she murmured, “It’s done. You can come up.”

Finished, Quinn let her gaze linger on the sleeping man, then crossed the room and opened the door.

Fabian waited outside. Seeing Quinn instead of Julius, he blinked in astonishment.

“W–Where’s Mr. Whitethorn?”

“He’s asleep,” Quinn said.

Fabian froze. What?

Mr. Whitethorn is asleep? What is going on?

Just hours earlier, Julius had ordered Fabian to fetch Quinn, escort her to the airport, and rely on whatever method Julius arranged to keep the woman sedated.

Now the roles were reversed. Quinn stood alert beside him while Julius slept like the dead, and every assumption Fabian carried was shattered at his feet.

“Rest easy. I only gave him a mild sedative. With that constitution of his, he’ll wake in about three to four hours.”

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Chapter 468 Lullaby Of Resolve

“A sedative? Where in the world did you get something like that?”

“I gave it to her,” a relaxed male voice said from just behind Fabian.

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Fabian pivoted on his heel and found Gavin leaning casually in the doorway, sleeves rolled, eyes amused.

Quinn offered a quick nod. “You made good time.”

“Been waiting in the lobby,” Gavin replied. “The moment you called, I took the stairs two at a time and came straight up.”

“Come inside,” Quinn said, holding the door wide.

She turned on her heel and walked deeper into the suite without looking back.

Gavin followed, the soft soles of his shoes barely whispering against the carpet.

Still half–lost, Fabian hurried after them. Answers, he decided, could wait until he had eyes on Julius.

The trio entered the bedroom, the heavy curtains drawn tight enough to turn noon light into dusky twilight.

Julius lay on the bed, broad chest rising in slow, even waves–a fallen king oblivious to the turmoil his sleep stirred.

Quinn lobbed Julius’s phone to Gavin. “When he wakes, play him the voicemail I recorded and tell him to come find me.”

Gavin caught the device one–handed, slipping it neatly into his coat pocket.

Fabian asked in a daze, “Then where exactly are you going?”

“To carry out the mission he meant to oversee tonight,” Quinn replied, voice steady as drawn steel. “Julius plans to confront his father. I will run the operation in his stead. Pass the word- everyone involved follows my command.”

“What? No way!” Fabian’s face went white.

Quinn flicked a glance at Gavin–a silent order. Understanding instantly, Gavin flashed forward, a syringe appearing like a magician’s coin, needle hovering against Fabian’s throat before he could step back.

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