The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524 Unanswered Plea

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“Have you said enough?” Laura’s voice cut cold and clean. “We were already finished. You were under no obligation to lift a finger, and I refused to grovel.”

“How could you know it would be groveling when you never even asked?” Weston shot back.

Laura let out a bitter laugh, because she had asked–once.

She doubted Weston even remembered the night she stood outside his villa, rain soaking through her coat, only to have a servant deliver his refusal at the door.

For him, that dismissal had probably been a trivial afterthought.

For her, it had crushed the last shred of hope and hurled her deeper into the dark.

“I’m done dredging up the past, Mr. Windore. Will you please remove your hand?” The words fell from her lips in a measured clang, like a judge’s gavel closing a case.

His right hand remained hooked around her waist, fingers splayed with quiet possession, as though the curve of her body were the latch keeping him anchored to reality.

Instead of easing, Weston’s grip cinched tighter. Heat, heartbeat, every staggered breath–everything collapsed until the two of them stood chest to chest, the hush between them as sharp as a pulled blade.

“Weston Windore, what are you playing at?” Quinn’s stare drilled into him, green eyes sparking like struck flint against the dim hallway light.

“I’m not letting go. We are boyfriend and girlfriend–on paper and off. Holding you like this is nothing but my rightful privilege.”

“A contract, that’s all it is. No audience, no reason to keep faking tenderness,” she shot back, her tone dripping with equal parts irony and fatigue.

He bent until his forehead nearly brushed hers, breath threading through her loose hair. “But what if I’m not acting?” he whispered.

“What are you talking about?” Her lashes quivered in confusion.

“Laura, suppose I want more than a contract,” he said, gaze burning as though he could will the answer from her lips. “Suppose I

want the closeness to be real.”

She froze, then let out a dry laugh. “Weston, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me.”

He pressed his lips together and said nothing.

“So the great barrister needs a new toy to kill time?” Laura shoved him away, eyes as cold as sleet. “Sorry, I’m not interested.”

He felt the sudden emptiness of his arms and instinctively moved toward her, but she stepped back.

“Weston, I’ve made it clear,” she said, voice steel. “If you want this contract to continue, show me respect. When the script doesn’t call for it, keep your distance.”

“So if I loved you, would that give me permission?” Weston asked.

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Chapter 524 Unanswered Plea

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“Still no,” she said flatly. “Because I don’t love you.”

“You don’t love me?” He advanced, forcing the air to thin between them. “Then who do you love?”

“Whoever I love, it will never be you,” she replied, meeting his stare. The day he turned away when she needed him most, she had buried every trace of feeling for him.

“Laura Wentworth!” Weston suddenly roared, eyes streaked with a frightening crimson. “I’m giving you one chance. Take those words back!”

“I won’t,” she said, voice unyielding. “Whoever I love, it will never be you.”

Her uncompromising words jabbed his chest like a hundred needles, each prick driving a fresh wave of pain through his heart.

“Take them back!” Weston snarled, fingers snapping around her jaw and forcing her chin upward.

The face that usually wore a scholar’s mild smile now darkened into thunderclouds, every trace of cultivated grace erased.

“I won’t take them back,” Laura said, spine straight as a blade. “I would never take them back. Weston, I will never lo-”

Before the final word could leave her tongue, Weston crushed his mouth over hers, swallowing the sentence whole.

Not wanting to hear her renounce him again, he felt something inside him turn to ice, every breath suddenly ragged.

“Don’t say it… Laura, please, I beg you, don’t say it,” he whispered, lips moving with desperate, lingering pressure that deepened the kiss.

The spell broke with a sharp crack as her palm struck his cheek.

“Weston, don’t make me despise you more!” she shouted, fury blazing in her eyes. “You asked why I didn’t seek your help, right? I did, yet I was blocked outside your villa. Yes, I broke up with you, so you owed me nothing, but after that, how could love possibly survive?”

Stunned, he stared at her as though the earth had tilted. “You came to me?”

“Yes, I did,” she said with an icy smile, each word precise. “Tell me, would you love someone who treats you as a pastime and ignores you when you’re drowning?”

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