Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 A Sense Of Security

Chapter 76 A Sense Of Security

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en after two tries, Quinn still couldn’t free her hand. If she really wanted to pull it out, she’d have to pry Julius’s fingers off one by one.

But that would definitely wake him up, wouldn’t it?

She pressed her lips together and sighed. If he wanted to cling on like that, she’d let him. She could sleep. just as well sitting in a chair.

Back when she was on assignments, no matter how rough the conditions were, she always managed to grab rest when and where she could, resting efficiently to recover her strength.

So, Quinn simply sat down on the carpet by the bed, leaning against the bedside table. She let Julius keep hold of one of her hands, turned off the light, shut her eyes, and went to sleep.

It wasn’t until the light of early morning filtered in that she heard the sound of a door creaking open. Startled, she quickly opened her eyes and saw Fabian, Julius‘ secretary, walk in.

He froze mid–step, eyes wide. “M–Ms. Bridger, did you… sleep with Mr. Whitethorn?”

Quinn’s expression dropped immediately. “You’re overthinking it. I was just doing my job as a bodyguard, that’s all.”

Fabian’s gaze drifted down to Quinn’s wrist, still firmly held by Julius.

I know she’s been assigned as Mr. Whitethorn’s bodyguard for three months, but does that include holding hands in bed? And more importantly, when has anyone ever seen Mr. Whitethorn hold someone’s hand while sleeping?

“Even if you’re his bodyguard, Mr. Whitethorn never allows anyone near him when he’s asleep,” Fabian muttered.

“You should ask him,” Quinn said coolly. “He grabbed my hand. I couldn’t exactly yank it away.”

If anything, she was the one put in an awkward spot. And this Fabian kept looking at her like she’d taken advantage of Julius somehow.

“Really?” The voice that answered was low and hoarse. “I grabbed your hand?”

A chill crept up Quinn’s spine. She turned her head and saw Julius, now awake, watching her.

“Yeah, last night… you were moving around a lot in your sleep. I heard something and came to check. That’s when you grabbed my hand,” she said simply. “I didn’t get in bed. I sat on the floor, leaned on the nightstand, and fell asleep there.”

Julius‘ gaze flickered. His fingers were still wrapped around her wrist, and the warmth of her skin seemed to seep straight into his palms.

I was having trouble sleeping? I must’ve had another nightmare…

He vaguely remembered dreaming of his father and the beatings, the way he’d cry and beg, only for the whip to strike again and again. Those nightmares used to plague him so often that he’d gone a psychiatrist and even taken medication. It got better over time.

“Why now? Maybe it was because she saw the scars yesterday. Maybe it dragged those memories back. But her handrit felt so warm. When I woke up this time, I didn’t feel sick. In fact, I felt well–rested. Could it really be because she had been holding my hand the entire time?

“Mr. Whitethorn?” Quinn prompted, trying to keep her tone neutral. “Mind letting go of my hand now?”

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