The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 576

Julius shot Harlan a withering look before turning back to Quinn. “Fine, I’ll take my din of Jospace the thoroughly as you like. But him? Absolutely not. Harlan is a grown man, and your eyes have limits!

“I’m asking for shirts only,” Quinn said, exasperation thinning her patience, “I want to see whether you try idiots are hiding bruised ribs, nothing more. Where is your mind wandering?”

“Still no. If you’re worried about Harlan, call a physician. He can keep his clothes on Julius insisted, arms folding in a final, immovable line.

Harlan lounged against the foot of the hospital bed, a crooked grin playing at his mouth. “Jolies Whitethorn, quit being so petty. It’s only a shirt. What exactly has you trembling?”

Julius pressed his thin lips together, the tendon in his jaw tightening, like drawn wire while he refused to reward the taunt with words.

He trusted that Quinn felt nothing romantic for Harlan, yet the idea of her stealing even a single dance at the man’s bare skin still curdled in his chest,

Worse, Julius knew all too well that Harlan’s smile hid an undeniable interest in her, simmering beneath every joking word,

He stepped forward, voice clipped, “Quinn is my wife. If I don’t want her staring at another man’s body, that is entirely my business, isn’t it?”

Harlan gave a low laugh, white teeth flashing. “When did you turn so old–fashioned? Even if she married a king, Quinn can look at whatever she pleases. Or are you insecure, afraid you will look shabby next to me?”

Ice flashed in Julius‘ eyes. “I have nothing to be ashamed of. You have no idea how much Quinn adores every inch of me.”

“Please. Quinnie was sparing your fragile ego,” Harlan drawled. “Back in the barracks, I saw men whose

you are?” physiques put yours to shame. She’s seen plenty. Who exactly do you think

Inside the ward, the two men glared, verbal gunfire ricocheting without pause between them.

Quinn’s temples throbbed. When had these two started sparring like bored schoolboys?

“Harlan Ingram!”

“Julius Whitethorn!”

In the next breath, they seized each other’s collars, clearly ready to let fists finish what words had begun.

Quinn’s voice cracked like a whip. “Didn’t you get enough of a beating earlier? Want a rematch right here?”

Both men froze where they stood, realization flooding in. Guilt flashed across their faces in unison.

“Of course not,” Julius said quickly. “I was only checking whether Mr. Ingram felt any discomfort.”

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Julius shot Harlan a withering look before turning back to Quinn. “Fine. I’ll take my shirt off. Inspect me as thoroughly as you like. But him? Absolutely not. Harlan is a grown man, and your eyes have limits.

“I’m asking for shirts only,” Quinn said, exasperation thinning her patience. “I want to see whether you two idiots are hiding bruised ribs, nothing more. Where is your mind wandering?”

“Still no. If you’re worried about Harlan, call a physician. He can keep his clothes on,” Julius insisted, arms folding in a final, immovable line.

Harlan lounged against the foot of the hospital bed, a crooked grin playing at his mouth. Julius Whitethorn, quit being so petty. It’s only a shirt. What exactly has you trembling?

Julius pressed his thin lips together, the tendon in his jaw tightening like drawn wire while he refused to reward the taunt with words.

He trusted that Quinn felt nothing romantic for Harlan, yet the idea of her stealing even a single glance at the man’s bare skin still curdled in his chest.

Worse, Julius knew all too well that Harlan’s smile hid an undeniable interest in her, simmering beneath every joking word.

He stepped forward, voice clipped. “Quinn is my wife. If I don’t want her staring at another man’s body. that is entirely my business, isn’t it?”

Harlan gave a low laugh, white teeth flashing. “When did you turn so old–fashioned? Even if she married a king, Quinn can look at whatever she pleases. Or are you insecure, afraid you will look shabby next to me?”

Ice flashed in Julius‘ eyes. “I have nothing to be ashamed of. You have no idea how much Quinn adores every inch of me.”

“Please. Quinnie was sparing your fragile ego,” Harlan drawled. “Back in the barracks, I saw men whose physiques put yours to shame. She’s seen plenty. Who exactly do you think you are?”

Inside the ward, the two men glared, verbal gunfire ricocheting without pause between them.

Quinn’s temples throbbed. When had these two started sparring like bored schoolboys?

“Harlan Ingram!”

Julius Whitethorn!”

In the next breath, they seized each other’s collars, clearly ready to let fists finish what words had begun.

Quinn’s voice cracked like a whip. “Didn’t you get enough of a beating earlier? Want a rematch right here?”

Both men froze where they stood, realization flooding in. Guilt flashed across their faces in unison.

“Of course not, Julius said quickly. “I was only checking whether Mr. Ingram felt any discomfort.

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“Exactly,” Harlan added, nodding. “Just making sure Mr. Whitethorn’s face is healing nicely.”

In rare unity, they produced the same stiff, skin–deep smile, each directing it at the other.

Just then, the door swung open, and Gavin strode inside.

“What happened? Were they brawling in the hallway?”

The moment he entered, Gavin spotted Julius and Harlan still clutching each other’s collars, grinning in absurd awkwardness.

The tableau was, to put it mildly, bizarre.

He blinked. “What are you…”

“Nothing serious,” Quinn answered lightly. “They’re just showing each other concern, that’s all.”

Mortified, the two men let go of each other as if burned.

“Gavin, could you take Harlan next door and check his injuries?” Quinn asked.

Gavin glanced at Harlan, one brow arched. “Well, Mr. Ingram? Shall we?“.

After all, if Harlan refused, there was little he could do.

Harlan gave Quinn a brief look, then sighed. “Fine. Sorry to trouble you, Dr. Huxley.”

The two men filed out, one after the other, heading for the room next door.

Quinn finally turned fully toward Julius. Her voice sliced through the antiseptic hush of the ward. “Why did you and Harlan end up trading punches at all?”

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