Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 A Ride Home

“And you?” he asked.

“I had three or four shots–nothing that can knock me out.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Weston said.

At that, Laura froze as though a bolt of lightning had struck her.

Laura had zero intention of letting her ex drive her home. She waved her hands and said, “No, thank you. Just take him. I can get back on my own… uh, I’ll call a driver!”

Weston’s dark, imposing eyes narrowed, and his thin lips spat out two chilly words, “Follow me.”

His car sat right in front of the bar. Weston settled Harlan on the backseat, then opened the passenger door for Laura. “Get in.”

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Laura considered bolting, but Weston’s next sentence pinned her in place, “Will you get in as told, or should I sue you for making indecent advances toward little Harlan?”

Laura’s steps faltered.

So this is what I get for being kind, huh? Society sure educates you the hard way!

Awkwardly, Laura climbed into the passenger seat. Weston started the engine and eased the car away from the bar.

“Address.” His deep, pleasant voice filled the car.

She reluctantly told him her address, and silence immediately wrapped the interior.

Staring straight ahead, Laura stole sideways glances at Weston behind the wheel.

He looked even better than when they broke up–youthful edges sanded away, replaced by steady calm and an almost ascetic allure.

He makes me want to rip that suit right off him and turn his world upside down…

Stop! Laura scolded herself, What am I thinking? We are already over!

The car rolled to a halt in front of her building. Laura murmured her thanks, unbuckled, and was about to step out when his voice cut through the air. “After we broke up, did you ever regret it?”

Laura froze. “No. I’m actually relieved we ended things.”

She pushed the door open, but his hand snapped around her other wrist. “Relieved? Was dating me that unbearable?”

He glared at her, a rare darkness clouding his otherwise refined features.

Even so, he stayed meticulously controlled; his grip precise–firm enough to hold her, gentle enough not

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“I didn’t dislike dating you; in fact, I yearned for your body back then.” Laura smiled. “But like someone who eats steak and lobster every single day, I got tired of it. That’s all–just bored.”

Weston pressed his lips together and released her. Laura stepped onto the pavement. “By the way, if nostalgia ever hits, I don’t mind another roll in the hay. A dish you’re sick of can still taste nice once in a while.”

At that thought, Laura gave a bitter laugh and comforted herself, He’s just a man!

“By the way, you didn’t crash at my place last night. Did you stay with Julius?” Laura asked.

“Mm–hmm,” Quinn replied. She had meant to return to her friend’s apartment, but Julius had looked pitifully in need of company and said, “Quinnie, you know that perfume incident just sent me spiraling. I’m afraid I’ll have nightmares again tonight.”

The refusal stuck in her throat.

“So are you moving in with him?” Laura asked, curiosity gleaming.

“Looks that way,” Quinn admitted.

“Just remember birth control. Unless you’re ready for a baby–then forget I spoke,” Laura said.

“Where is your mind? Even if I live with Julius, we’re nowhere near that stage!” Quinn protested.

Laura shrugged. “Maybe not now, but give it time. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to devour him, body and soul.”

Quinn’s guilty silence said it all. Okay, maybe a little.

While they chatted, Quinn suddenly stopped, brows knitting.

“What’s wrong?” Following her gaze, Laura spotted Penelope and Jacinda approaching, their arms laden with shopping bags, Sidonie walking between them.

This world is really small!