Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233 Quiet Confessions

Ordinarily, she disliked speaking intimate words in front of others, but she couldn’t bear to see him uneasy any longer.

“Yes, I’m only interested in you,” she said.

At her words, his mouth curved into a smile. He drew her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her fingertip. “Then from now on, you can only be interested in me. No more looking at other men.”

In the front seat, the driver kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Should I even be hearing this?

Who would have imagined that the once–arrogant, aloof Mr. Whitethorn could turn into a nervous young lover the moment he fell in love?

Back at the apartment, Quinn’s fingertips still tingled with residual warmth.

“By the way, don’t ever do that again,” she cautioned. “If you don’t like me watching that kind of show, just tell me. There’s no need for such a grand operation, and I don’t want our issues inconveniencing other people.”

After a pause, she added, “I also hope you’ll trust me more and respect the things I do with my friends. Even if I watch a performance, I won’t swoon over the dancers. I’m only admiring their choreography.”

Every couple had a period of adjustment, and this, she supposed, was theirs.

Julius‘ gaze softened, “All right. I hear you. I won’t do it again.”

Quinn let out a quiet breath of relief.

“But I also hope you can give me a little more assurance,” Julius said.

“Assurance?” Quinn blinked, caught off guard. /

“For instance… look at me more often and let me feel that the only man who captures your interest is me. And… allow me to believe you will fall in love with me, deeply and irrevocably.” When he deliberately lowered his voice, it carried a magnetic lilt that could slip straight into a person’s heart.

Quinn’s eyes clouded with confusion. “Then what do you want me to do?”

Out of nowhere, Julius asked, “Did you enjoy tonight’s show?”

“It was pretty good,” Quinn answered honestly. “Those performances were professional–full of beauty and raw strength. If you feel uneasy, we can always watch them together.”

Julius lowered his gaze. “Instead of watching together, I would prefer that if you wish to see a man dance, I be the one who dances for you.”

“What?” Quinn stared, stunned that he would say such a thing. “You? Dance?”

“What? Do you think I can’t?” he shot back.

Quinn

had never seen him dance before. I can’t even picture what he’d look like moving to music.

“But I have scars,” he murmured. “When I dance, they might look unsightly. If you think they spoil the view, I can have them lasered off. Scar–removal surgery is very advanced now…”

If he could, he wanted to present her with an even better version of himself; he was always afraid that the man he was now might not be worthy of her.

“Julius!” Quinn abruptly cut him off. “Whether you have scars or not, the only man I’m interested in is you.”

His eyelashes quivered.

Quinn lifted her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.

She refused to see that tentative, faintly self–conscious look on his face.

Have I been so cautious in this relationship that I’ve given him no confidence at all? Is he afraid I’ll back out at any moment and that I’ll detach myself? she wondered.

Even now, he responded to her kiss with such careful, almost appeasing gentleness.

A faint sting pricked the tip of Quinn’s nose.

“Julius, I want you!”

She heard her own voice speak the words aloud.