hapter 207 A Fist Flies
Harlan’s gaze snapped into razor focus as he demanded, “What did you just say?”
Julius answered evenly, “Quinn is quite taken with my body–and with me. Our relationship will last a very long time. When the moment is right, I intend to ask her to marry me.”
Harlan’s brows knotted; he seized Julius by the collar and growled, “What have you done to her?”
Julius lifted his eyes slowly. “She can do whatever she pleases with me–even anything intimate. Whatever delights her, I cooperate. I’m fortunate this body of mine appeals to her. As for you…you will never know what it feels like to be desired by her as a man.”
“You-!” Flames flared in Harlan’s eyes; the thought of Julius and Quinn being intimate sent an unnamed fury surging through him.
He reminded himself that Quinn was now involved with Julius, that whatever they did was none of his business, yet Julius’s words still pierced him.
“Forget it, Harlan. Quinn and I will never break up, so stop dreaming that you can have her,” Julius said bluntly.
In the next second, Harlan’s fist shot toward Julius’s face.
At that exact moment, the door to the room swung open.
Catching sight of Quinn in his peripheral vision, Julius made no effort to dodge; he let Harlan’s fist land squarely on his face.
Bang!
The punch hit its mark.
“Stop it!” Quinn’s voice rang out.
Startled, Harlan loosened his grip; Julius staggered two steps back.
Quinn stepped forward, frowning at the swelling on Julius’s cheek and the thin line of blood at his lip. She turned to Harlan, “What happened? Why are you fighting?”
Harlan pressed his lips together, suddenly unsure how to explain.
If I tell her I lost control because I like her and Julius provoked me, she’ll only pull further away. Then I’ll have even less of a chance to get close.
“It’s nothing,” Julius volunteered. “Something I said must have displeased Harlan, that’s all.”
Quinn’s gaze softened with concern; she brushed away the tiny bead of blood at the corner of his mouth. “Why didn’t you dodge?”
With his skills, he easily could have.
“Harlan is your friend. If he needed to vent, I let him,” Julius replied.
Harlan was so pissed off. He clenched his jaw so hard, it felt like his teeth would shatter.
Why didn’t I see how tricky this guy was before? He took the punch on purpose!
Harlan hadn’t cooled off yet. He glared at Julius. He’s pretending to be the wounded one–what kind of man does that?
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