The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 164

hapter 164 Do You Have Any Proof

“It’s nothing. I was the one who woke you. When did you get here?”

“This morning, not long ago.”

“You didn’t sleep well last night?” she asked. Even though he had just arrived, he seemed to be able to fall asleep easily by her side.

“Yeah,” he responded nonchalantly.

He didn’t tell her that he’d spent the whole night traveling between Yarburn and Jexburgh, dealing with the Whitethorn family.

“How about you? Did you sleep well? Does your wound still hurt?” Julius asked with concern.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt much,” Quinn replied.

She got up to freshen up, but Julius just picked her up and carried her straight to the washroom.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her arm was hurt, not her leg.

“You’re injured. Let me help you,” he replied. He gently set her down in front of the sink, filled her cup with water, and squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush.

If Quinn hadn’t insisted on brushing her own teeth, she felt Julius would’ve gladly done that for her too.

After she brushed her teeth, Julius soaked a towel, wrung it out, and gently wiped her face, carefully making sure to clean every spot. Then he picked up a comb and started to tie her hair.

Quinn was somewhat surprised. “You know how to do hair?”

A lot of men couldn’t even manage a simple ponytail without messing it up. But Julius, though not perfect, clearly had some experience.

“When I was little, I used to help my mom with her hair. If she was in a good mood, she’d let me do it.”

Those were the few times his mother showed him kindness, and he treasured each one deeply. He did his best to learn how to do her hair properly, just to catch a glimpse of her smile.

“Your relationship with your mother…”

“Not good. Most of the time, she just didn’t want to see me.”

Feeling guilty, Quinn said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

“There’s no need for apologies. Even if you hadn’t brought it up, I would have told you eventually.”

Once her hair was done, he leaned in close, resting his chin on her shoulder. Watching her in the mirror above the sink, he asked quietly, “Quinnie, you don’t think I’m dirty, do you?”

Quinn chuckled. “Which part of you is dirty?”

“Yeah, I’m not dirty,” he said softly. He and his father were different after all.

In a downtown café, Sidonie looked at the man across from her, who seemed to be in his thirties.

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“Are you the one who’s been helping Trent investigate the incident of someone falling into the water eight years ago?”

“Yeah, my last name is Lindgren. I’m a private detective. I come from the same town as Mr. Grafton. Ms. Stonehurst, you can just call me Lindgren.” He smiled, looking at Sidonic with a playful look. “What really surprised me, though, was that you let Mr. Grafton believe you saved him, when actually it was someone else.”

Sidonie’s expression changed.

She had thought there might be a chance he’d found out something, but hearing it directly still made her heart jump.

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