The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 Trembling Embrace

Chapter 487 Trembling Embrace

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Quinn had no warning. One moment she was simply breathing, and the next Julius swept her close, pressing her face into the hard plane of his chest.

His arms wrapped around her with bruising strength, yet they quivered as though some invisible fear rattled his bones.

The desperate hold flung her back to that windswept night on the coast when Joaquin had challenged them. Julius had clung the very same way, convinced one loosened finger would cost him the universe.

She lifted a calming hand and patted the trembling curve of his back, her voice no louder than falling snow. “Does this help, my love?”

Instead of answering, Julius only tightened his hold, crushing her softly scented hair against his throat.

If my dad’s warning is true, can Quinn and I still claim happiness? Will we ever cradle children of our own? Children are the pulse of her dream home, yet what if ours…

Julius‘ arms constricted until Quinn could feel the frantic pound of his heartbeat. “Quinn, please do not despise me, promise me.”

Quinn blinked, startled. “What kind of nonsense is that? What have I ever done to make you believe I could despise you?”

He tried again, voice raw. “It isn’t anything you did. It is I-” The rest snagged in his throat, refusing to surface.

Quinn jerked her head up, searching his eyes. “Did your father fill your head with more of his ridiculous talk?”

Julius remained mute, lashes lowered, as though the right words were shards he dared not touch. He pictured the sparkle in Quinn’s eyes whenever she spoke of the family they would build. To shatter that light with the truth felt unforgivable.

Quinn cupped his face in both hands, forcing him to meet her determined gaze. “Listen to me. Whatever poison your father poured into your ears, do not let it stick. Trust only the words that come from me.”

His lips moved in a whisper. “The words… from you?”

Quinn nodded once, crisp and sure. “Yes. Julius Whitethorn, I love you.”

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Inside the coffee shop, she held his face, delivering her confession with fearless clarity.

He stared back, eyes stormed with feeling too deep to name. Around them, chairs scraped as patrons turned, some even raising phones to capture the tableau.

Even after the couple left, chatter buzzed across the shop like restless bees. Neither Quinn nor Julius knew that the stolen footage would hit the internet and climb into tomorrow’s trending list.

That night, Quinn slipped into Julius‘ bedroom. She stopped short when she saw him hunched over his phone, absorbed by whatever glowed on the screen.

She leaned in, curiosity sparkling. “What are you looking at?”

Startled, Julius jerked. The phone slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the floorboards.

He reached down, but Quinn was quicker. She scooped up the device, and the vivid headline splashed across the screen instantly punched into her eyes.

The headline blazed across the small screen: “Probability of Genetic Transmission of Mental Illness-”

The unfinished dash hung there like a surgeon’s scalpel poised above flesh, its blue–white glow slicing faint shadows through the dim bedroom. Quinn blinked, startled by the cold, clinical words. When she raised her eyes, she found Julius‘ face shock–white, as though the sentence had siphoned every drop of blood from his veins.

“Why are you looking at that?” she asked, brow furrowing in quiet concern.

Julius snatched the phone from her fingers in a frantic, almost clumsy motion. His lips parted, trembling for sound that refused to come, and he clutched the device as if it were evidence of a crime he could not explain.

“It’s all right if you’d rather not talk,” Quinn murmured. She turned, slipping her hand beneath the quilt, ready to climb into bed.

Julius lurched forward and caught Quinn’s wrist, the grip desperate yet careful. “My mother suffered from mental illness after my father locked her away. Her moods swung between rage and despair. In the end… she took her own life.”

Quinn froze, the pieces snapping together. “Is that what your father told you today at the

station?”

He moistened his dry lips and managed a single, rough nod.

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