The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477 Do You Not Like Me Protecting You

Chapter 477 Do You Not Like Me Protecting You

Julius froze, surprise rippling across his features.

Quinn’s fingertips drifted over his brow, tracing the tension away.

“Tell me, then–do you not like me protecting you?”

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His lashes trembled, recalling how his heart had first stirred because she kept shielding him. She treated him as an ordinary man, never the feared, almighty Julius Whitethorn.

He responded, “I don’t like you wagering your life to protect me. I want you safe.”

“And I want to protect you for the very same reason–your safety. Julius, I’m not fragile. I’ve told you the love I seek is built on trust. We must be willing to live or die together, to hand each other our backs without hesitation when danger closes in.”

Julius stared at the woman before him, speechless.

She was the same girl who had shielded him the moment their paths crossed in childhood.

She would not hide in his shadow. She would stand shoulder to shoulder with him, facing the

storm.

“Julius Whitethorn, from this day on, no matter how fierce the tempest, we face it together. You are not alone. You are the man I love–my boyfriend, my future husband, the one who will grow old beside me.”

A swell of emotion pressed against Julius‘ chest. Moisture filmed his vision like morning mist.

“Do you accept that future?” she asked softly.

“Quinn, I do,” he breathed, tears falling before he could stop them.

And So, the brutal struggle came to its breathtaking close.

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Because Quinn had warned the Celosian police in advance–and because the snipers Julius stationed that night carried orders to nick flesh, not claim lives–Joaquin’s men ended with holes in their jackets rather than tags on their toes.

Bodies filled no morgue drawers. There were groans, field dressings, and stretchers, yet not a single sheet was drawn over a face.

Fabian, flanked by legions of attorneys from both the Whitethorn and Fane camps, would

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handle every affidavit, motion, and courtroom skirmish.

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So after Quinn and Julius finished their statements at Yolham Police Station, they let the rest of the night slide off their shoulders; the tangle of paperwork now belonged to professionals.

With Joaquin locked up, the Celosian authorities, the Whitethorns, and the Fanes prepared parallel lawsuits. Under Celosia’s penal code, he was sentenced to life in prison.

Outside the station, Gavin lounged against a glossy sedan, one ankle hooked over the other, a crooked grin tugging at his mouth. “Hop in,” he drawled, flicking the key fob. “Your chauffeur will see you safely back to the hotel.”

Quinn started to slip into the back seat, then paused. Julius hadn’t moved. He remained on the pavement, eyes dark as gathering thunder fixed squarely on Gavin.

A nervous laugh scraped Gavin’s throat. “Hey, hey–still holding a grudge? Quinn, you promised I’d walk away from this in one piece!”

“Relax,” Quinn said, a small laugh escaping despite herself. “Julius isn’t going to hurt you.”

“Not going to?” Gavin threw up his hands. “The moment he woke in the hotel, he nearly strangled me!”

Brows lifting, Quinn turned to Julius. “You almost strangled him?”

“Mm.” Julius offered the single syllable without the faintest hint of apology.

Quinn released a quiet sigh. “Please don’t do that again. I promised Gavin you wouldn’t make his life miserable.”

“All right,” Julius answered, the promise stark and unadorned.

He finally peeled his stare away, slid in after her, and the door thunked shut behind him.

Gavin stood frozen on the asphalt, hand still resting on the open driver’s door. Just like that? He listens to her just like that?

He knew Quinn’s weight in Julius‘ world, yet the extent of that indulgence felt surreal.

The man despised betrayal; leaking the plan had been exactly that.

Gavin could still feel phantom fingers at his throat from the moment Julius regained

consciousness in the hotel.

And now, with a single gentled sentence, the debt seemed erased.

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Exhaling long, he rolled his shoulders, climbed behind the wheel, and decided he might actually survive the night.

Back at the hotel, they slipped into their suite, the corridor’s thick carpet swallowing every hurried footfall.

The door clicked shut, and Quinn had not yet reached for the light switch when Julius seized her, arms locking round her waist with desperate finality. His mouth crashed onto hers, heat rolling off him in waves, the kiss trembling at its edges with exhaustion, relief, and a ferocity that dared the darkness to swallow them whole.

Every beat of pent–up fear from the night poured through that kiss–raw, consuming, almost savage.

It was frantic and blazing, and for a breathless stretch of seconds, they lived only in the thunder of each other’s heartbeat.

Quinn parted her lips in willing surrender, opening herself to Julius‘ seeking mouth. Heat flared where their breaths mingled, the world shrinking until nothing remained but that single, consuming kiss.

Her arms slid around his neck, drawing their bodies flush. Heartbeats drummed together like fists on a sealed door, as if closeness alone could fuse bone to bone, soul to soul.

The kiss fanned out, caught on skin, became fingertips that mapped shoulders, ribs, every secret curve–a slow wildfire of touch and answering touch.

This was no echo of their earlier, hesitant lovemaking.