Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228 Scalded Hand

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Quinn let out a startled cry, hauled Julius toward the sink, and cranked the faucet wide open so that a cool stream rushed over the spots the boiling coffee had burned.

A broad patch of angry red spread across the back of his right hand–proof that the beverage had been far from lukewarm.

“There’s news about your brother?” Julius muttered.

Quinn blinked. “The military has a lead, yes, but right now, you should be worrying about your hand! Next time, hold your cup steady. With a burn like this, you’ll probably blister.”

Head lowered, Julius asked, “What kind of lead? Are they close to finding him?”

“The military recovered one of the drones Rowan flew five years ago,” Quinn explained. “A team is bringing it in, and if the onboard memory still holds anything useful… well, I have a feeling it won’t be long before I see my brother again!”

Julius‘ complexion turned a shade paler, and the hand Quinn kept beneath the cold water trembled faintly.

“Does it hurt a lot?” she asked.

“If I said it hurt, would your heart ache for me?” he countered.

Quinn raised her eyes to him. “You’re my boyfriend. Of course I ache when you’re in pain. But I don’t want you thinking that just because I care, it’s all right to get hurt. I need you to take good care of yourself.”

His shoulders went rigid as their gazes

locked.

No one had ever told him they hoped he would look after himself.

His parents had never bothered; his grandfather, for all his affection, wanted him only to grow powerful enough to lead the Whitethorn family one day.

Even his most loyal subordinates treated him with reverent distance more than concern.

Furthermore, he had never cared. No matter how grave the injury, he had always shrugged it off- sometimes even thinking death might be a release.

But now, because of her, everything seemed to have changed.

When the water had run cold for long enough, Quinn blotted his hand dry with tissues and asked, “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“There isn’t one,” he said.

“No first aid kit?” She sounded genuinely surprised.

“I don’t live here often.” The apartment had always been a place to crash when he didn’t feel like returning to the Whitethorn residence./

“What’s this? You don’t trust my skills?” Smiling, she added vegetables, beef, and pasta to the same order. “I used to make pasta for my colleagues on base. They loved it.”

A shadow flickered through Julius‘ eyes. Why didn’t I meet her sooner?

If only I had met her earlier…

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