The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503 Fierce Uncle

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Seeing Everett swing his fist again, Quinn quickly stepped in. “Uncle Everett, Julius wasn’t unwilling. Back then, he hadn’t yet believed I loved him, so I… um… had to be a little forceful to convince him.”

“A grown man needing the woman to make the first move–what sort of man is that? Being chosen by our Quinn is his good fortune! If he ever drags his feet again, I’ll have him tied up and delivered straight to your bed.” Everett scoffed.

To Everett, his niece could do no wrong; every flaw she displayed only proved her spirit.

Even if she was the one doing the “forcing,” he would still declare she was perfectly justified.

Quinn couldn’t help laughing at his logic. She knew her uncle loved her fiercely; right or wrong, he would always stand squarely in her corner.

She stifled another laugh, He’d probably hand me the knife if I ever decided to kill someone.

Julius lifted his head, voice earnest. “Uncle Everett is right. The very fact that Quinnie noticed someone like me is already a stroke of pure luck. From this day on, whatever she asks of me- no matter how hard, how strange–I will embrace it with gratitude. Uncle Everett, you won’t need ropes to keep me in line.”

The young man’s next words emerged with deliberate softness. A moment earlier, he had called the older man Mr. Fane; now the title slipped away, replaced by a warm, unwavering “Uncle Everett.”

Everett answered with nothing but a low, contemptuous grunt. The sound held steel, yet he allowed the new address to stand.

“Since there’s a baby on the way,” Everett said, his voice landing like a gavel, “the two of you will marry at once–no rumor is going to cling to my niece.”

“That’s why Julius and I plan to fly back to Azania in a couple of days,” Quinn explained, her tone calm yet decisive. “We’ll get the license first. The ceremony can wait until after I deliver our child. I want the wedding to be perfect, not rushed.”

The Whitethorn and Fane dynasties already commanded headlines, and the Bridger name carried equal weight in Yarburn.

A union between Julius and Quinn could never be a hurried courthouse affair. It needed time, spectacle, and the kind of preparation reserved for royal galas.

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Waiting until the baby arrived felt, to everyone involved, like the only sensible choice.

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“You’re leaving Celosia already?” Everett’s brows knitted, a reluctant ache slipping through his usually impenetrable poise.

“Everything we came for is finished,” she answered, gently but firmly. “The contracts between the Whitethorns and the Fanes are signed, every loose end tied. Azania and Celosia are hardly worlds apart. I’m not disappearing; I’ll fly back often and keep you company, Uncle Everett.”

“You’re carrying a child.” He sighed, the protective edge softening though never leaving. “Let me do the traveling. Go home, secure the license, and stay put for your own sake.”

Everett’s gaze snapped to Julius, sharp as a drawn sabre. “If you ever fail Quinn, I’ll unleash the full weight of the Fane family to hunt you down. Don’t test me.”

“I will never, ever fail her,” Julius declared, each syllable hammered into place like iron on an anvil.

When they finally slipped back into the bedroom, Quinn exhaled a quiet laugh. “Good thing Uncle Everett only scolded you. I half–expected him to swing.”

“Even if he had taken a swing, I’d have accepted every blow without complaint,” Julius replied, sincerity radiating from him like heat off summer asphalt.

Quinn shot him a sideways look. “And you honestly think you’re built to survive that kind of beating?”

“I was only imagining,” Julius said, rubbing the back of his neck, “what I’d do if our future daughter came home pregnant before marriage–probably thrash the boy within an inch of his life.”

Quinn blinked, struck speechless. Have his thoughts already leapt decades into the future?

Just then, a housekeeper eased in, a silver tray balanced expertly in her hands.

Julius took the glass of milk from the tray and offered it to Quinn. “I had this prepared. You’ve been sick; your stomach’s empty. Sip some, it’ll settle you.”

She cradled the warm glass and drank in small, cautious mouthfuls, letting the gentle heat soothe the rawness in her stomach.

When the door closed behind the servant, Julius grew thoughtful. “Earlier, in the dining room, you mentioned my mother’s last words. Once we’re back, I’ll look into it, though I’m not hopeful.”

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So many years had slipped away, carrying with them witnesses and whispers alike.

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If anyone truly knew what his mother had said, the secret would have surfaced long before

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