The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 518

Chapter 518 Broken Bones

But before Sylas‘ hand connected with her face, a second hand shot in from the side and clamped around Sylas’s wrist with iron certainty.

A sharp crack tore through the room. Sylas howled, the sound raw, animal, echoing off institutional walls.

Weston let go. The attorney’s palm lifted like a judge’s gavel, and Sylas‘ right hand fell, twisted at a gruesome angle. Bones never lie; the wrist was broken.

“My apologies,” Weston said, voice blisteringly cold. “I stepped in as a good citizen, but it appears I overdid it. Send the medical bill to my lawyers. Meanwhile, your attempt to assault Ms. Wentworth means you’ll be spending time in holding.”

“What? Holding?” Sylas blurted, eyes darting. “If anyone should be detained, it’s you. Look what you’ve done to me!”

Weston didn’t bother answering. He turned to Patrick. “Stay and handle the paperwork. Make sure he enjoys at least fifteen days.

inside.”

“Understood,” Patrick replied, already pulling a fountain pen from his breast pocket.

For attorneys of their caliber, arranging a fortnight of detention for a hot–tempered bully like Sylas was child’s play.

Weston faced Laura. “Time to leave.”

Laura blinked. “You… You’re free to go?”

“What did you expect?” Weston countered, brow arched.

“Nothing. Let’s move,” she said quickly, falling into step.

They stepped past the front desk. No officer tried to stop Weston, and only then did Laura allow a fragile breath to slip free.

“You pummeled Sylas and broke his wrist today,” she said once outside. “Will that blow back on you? Tell me what I can do to minimize it.”

He cut her a sideways glance. “Concerned about me, are you?”

“I don’t want my feud with him pulling you under,” she replied.

Weston gave a curt laugh. “So desperate to keep your distance from me?”

She pressed her lips together. “I don’t want to owe you.”

His eyes went icy. “Fine. Suppose my actions today get me suspended. Suppose the bar revokes my license. How, exactly, will you compensate me then?”

The possibility stunned her; no form of repayment could cover that loss.

“Had I known, I’d never have let you interfere,” she muttered in frustration. “I was prepared to take the hit. One bruise and his willingness to settle would triple.”

Weston’s brows knitted, “You were waiting for him to strike you on purpose?”

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Chapter 518 Broken Bones

“Exactly. It would tilt the mediation in my favor,” she admitted.

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A dark fury spread over his face. “Laura Wentworth, have you lost your mind? That slap could have left you deaf, concussed, toothless–worse. Did that ever cross your mind?”

“It wouldn’t be that bad,” she mumbled.

He glared. “Try that stunt again and I swear I’ll deal with you first.”

This side of Weston–rattled, exasperated, almost frantic–was something she had rarely witnessed.

For the first time, Laura saw Weston stripped of the high–born sheen that had always kept him just out of reach. Standing before her, sleeves casually rolled and brow faintly furrowed, he seemed suddenly ordinary–someone who might share the same cracked sidewalks and late–night worries as anyone else.

“It won’t happen again,” she said, her tone deliberately even. Tonight, he had helped her, and she had no wish to quarrel over old bruises.

“You don’t need to worry about Harlan or me,” Weston answered, lips pressing into a thin, confident line. “The lawyers at my firm are no pushovers.”

“Good,” Laura breathed, relief softening her shoulders.

Right then, her stomach betrayed her with a loud, hollow gurgle that seemed to echo in the quiet night.

Weston tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Hungry?”

“I never had the chance to grab dinner,” she admitted, cheeks warming.

“Come on. Let’s get something to eat.” Before she could object, he caught her wrist and guided her toward the curbside car.

“Wait–I have my own car. It’s parked over there.” She pointed hurriedly toward her modest sedan.

He studied the vehicle, then extended an open palm. “Keys.”

“Why?” she asked, yet she placed the keys in his hand all the same.

Weston ushered her into the passenger seat, settled behind the wheel, and adjusted the mirrors with practiced ease. “Where do you want to eat?”

“I can drive myself and find something simple,” Laura began, the words tumbling out in faint protest. “You don’t have to trouble-”

“Laura Wentworth.” His voice cut clean through her sentence. “Our agreement still stands. Right now, I’m your boyfriend. Are you telling me you won’t even share one meal with me?”

A dense silence settled over the cabin, as heavy as storm clouds before rain.

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