The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484 Dowry Promises

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After settling her grandmother for the night, Quinn finally retreated to her own room.

The moment she opened the door, she found Julius already inside, phone pressed to his ear. His expression looked calm to the untrained eye, yet Quinn sensed a barely contained displeasure simmering beneath the surface.

“All right, I understand.” Julius kept his voice steady, though his eyes drifted toward the doorway where Quinn had just slipped inside. He lowered his tone into the receiver. “I’ll come by tomorrow.”

Quinn stepped closer once he slid the phone into his pocket. “Who was that?”

“The lawyer,” Julius said, exhaling slowly. “My father wants a meeting.”

“You’re going tomorrow?”

“Yes. He claims it’s crucial–something about my mother.”

Although Julius had no wish to face Joaquin, the lawyer had relayed a single, razor–edged sentence: “If my son doesn’t come, he will regret it.”

Even if Joaquin was bluffing, Julius decided not to gamble. A single visit was a small price to avoid the unknown.

Quinn rested a hand on his arm. “Then I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

Julius hesitated, searching her face, then gave a quiet nod.

“All right, I’m off to wash up and get some sleep. You should head back to your room early,

too.”

They were staying at Fane Manor, and Everett had laid down strict rules. Since they weren’t married yet, he insisted that they would not share a room. Julius had been assigned a guest room at the farthest end of the corridor.

“Wait.” Julius caught her wrist, fingertips brushing the faint, rosy corner of her eye. His gaze narrowed. “Have you been crying?”

“I was talking with Grandma–got sentimental, that’s all. Eyes just got a little wet.” Quinn gently freed her hand from his. “Julius, I’m truly happy. So many people love me.”

Julius bowed his head and pressed a tender kiss to her damp lash line. “Because you deserve

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Night settled. Quinn lay in her grand bed yet found no hint of sleep.

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At the hotel, she and Julius had slept on the same mattress; tonight, parted by walls and corridors, she wondered whether he could drift off alone.

She had begged him to ditch the sleeping pills and call her instead; her voice, she joked, could be his safest medicine.

The clock had crept past midnight, yet her phone remained silent.

So, perhaps, he had fallen asleep after all.

Still, assurance demanded sight, not conjecture.

Quinn slid from the covers, padded across the hall toward Julius‘ distant guest room.

Confident in her night vision, she left every lamp unlit, letting the corridor’s shadows guide her.

Pushing the door open, she found Julius perched beside the window, city lights glazing his profile, a half–finished bottle of red wine resting at his elbow.

“You’re still awake?” she asked, startled.

He looked equally caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see whether you were asleep,” Quinn said, worry creeping into her tone. “But why the wine at this hour? Did something happen?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wondered whether a little intoxication might pull me into sleep quicker.”

Quinn pressed her lips together and moved closer. “The insomnia again?”

Julius sighed, helpless. “Sleep is slow to arrive, that’s all. I kept my promise–no pills.”

Quinn’s voice fell to a tender murmur, the words threading through the hush of the guestroom like a plea she could no longer keep to herself. “One more thing–quit knocking back liquor at two in the morning. If the night feels endless, reach for your phone and call me

instead.”

Julius answered in a tone as hushed as it was earnest. “I didn’t want to disturb your rest, and I’d rather not invite your family’s displeasure. Since your Uncle Everett prefers we sleep in

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separate rooms, I’ll honor that–no matter how hard it is.”

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Quinn lifted an eyebrow, half–amused, half–exasperated. “Still determined to win my uncle’s favor?”

“Because he’s your uncle.” Julius‘ reply was quiet but resolute. That alone is reason enough for him to try, and to keep to every rule he set.

Quinn folded her arms, worry tugging at her features. “You can’t rely on alcohol to knock yourself out. What if sleep still refuses to come? Planning to stare at the ceiling until dawn? We’re staying here for days, remember.”

A faint smile touched Julius’s lips. “It’s all right. Sleeplessness isn’t the worst battle I’ve faced.”

“But I can’t stand watching you wear yourself down,” Quinn whispered. She caught his hand and led him toward the bed. The mattress dipped as she pressed him gently onto the sheets. “Tonight I’m sleeping here, in your room, right beside you–no arguments.”

Julius hesitated. “But your uncle might=”

“I’ll explain everything to Uncle Everett,” she cut in, eyes bright with resolve. “Besides, I’m the one climbing into your bed, not the other way around. What exactly are you afraid of?”

Before Julius could protest, Quinn flipped back the covers and slipped beneath them, tugging him close into the shared warmth of the quilt.

She squeezed his hand, her voice a featherlight lullaby. “All right–sleep now. Good night.”

That single sentence, that simple gesture, peeled the tension from Julius’s shoulders. The drowsiness that had eluded him all evening drifted in at last, gentle as falling snow. With Quinn curled beside him, the world felt right again, and peace settled over him like a second blanket.