The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 556

556 Fierce Claim

Quinn responded with a slow, teasing smile that held a spark of mischief. With a delicate touch, she lifted his chin using just one fingertip, guiding his gaze exactly where she intended. Then, tilting her head slightly, she brushed her lips softly against the corner of his mouth. Between the gentlest of kisses, she whispered, “Does that little show please you?”

A sudden surge of desire ignited in Julius’ dark eyes, shaped like a phoenix, their depths glowing molten with intensity. “No,” he murmured, “but this will.”

Before the last word had even fully left his lips, his hand moved to cradle the back of her head. He claimed her mouth with a fierce urgency, pouring every silent promise and longing into the kiss.

In stark contrast to her earlier butterfly-light touch, this kiss was raw and hungry, determined to savor, steal, and hold onto every trace of sweetness she offered.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally released her, allowing her to breathe. Quinn drew in shallow breaths, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of rose. “What sparked that sudden fire?” she asked, half laughing, half breathless.

Julius met her gaze, his eyes blazing with pure, undeniable love. “Because I love you that much,” he confessed.

Gently, he folded her into his arms, resting her head against his steady heartbeat. “Quinn, my love for you is so complete that nothing—and no one—will ever tear us apart.”

If Joaquin dares to hurt her again, he will have to face the consequences. He will have to die.

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Laura remained at the factory long past ten that night, refusing to leave the machines until every gauge showed stable readings and every log entry aligned perfectly.

Quinn’s redesigned components were finally moving into mass production, and the added responsibility had Laura darting back and forth between drafting tables and factory floors, hunting down errors before they could multiply.

Only after signing off on the final checklist did she slide behind the wheel of her car, steering through the quiet streets with headlights piercing the darkness like knives.

The commotion with Claudia from the previous day had made Laura the center of whispered attention at the company once again. Though no one dared speak openly around her, she could sense their hushed voices gathering behind every doorway, like restless birds waiting to take flight.

That morning, Quinn had caught her at the coffee station and asked quietly, “From the look on Weston’s face yesterday, he seems genuinely in love with you. Are you sure you don’t feel the same—or are you still holding onto the past?”

Laura had simply shaken her head. “No anger left,” she replied softly.

As she drove home, her own words echoed in her mind. If she still nursed resentment, maybe some part of her would still care about Weston. After all, resentment is a form of attachment.

But she refused to let old wounds control her. What had happened back then was merely a hard-earned lesson of youth—a reminder of how unpredictable the heart can be.

“Weston isn’t easy to handle,” Quinn had warned before they parted ways.

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