The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 72

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Chapter 72 Not My Boyfriend

Chapter 72 Not My Boyfriend

Quinn had worn tightly laced sneakers that needed to be untied before removal.

“Doctor, he’s not my-”

Before she could finish, Julius crouched and took her right foot in his hand.

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“The doctor’s right. With your back like that, you can’t exactly take these off yourself,” he said. His long fingers began to deftly undo the laces.

Quinn blinked in disbelief as he removed her right shoe, then her left. Julius, the famed head of the Whitethorn family, was here, taking off her shoes.

She was so stunned, she didn’t even react when he suddenly scooped her up in his arms.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she stammered.

“You planning to hobble over there in socks?” he said coolly.

While her expression was frozen in shock, Julius carried her to the examination bed and gently set her down. The doctor drew the privacy curtain and motioned for Julius to step aside.

As the examination began, Julius stood off to the side, silently staring at his hands. Even he hadn’t expected himself to kneel down like that, removing Quinn’s shoes without hesitation.

Somewhere deep in his fractured childhood memories, there had been one person he’d helped like this before. But he couldn’t recall who.

And just a moment ago, he had casually helped her take off her shoes.

Is it because I’m interested in her? Is that why I did it?

The doctor finished up. “It’s mostly bruising. No fractures. You’re in good shape and should recover quickly. I’ll write you a prescription.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Quinn replied.

After picking up the medication, they returned to the car. Without thinking, her gaze kept falling to Julius‘ hands. His hands were striking, elegant, but strong. She could picture them creating something beautiful or doing something brutal.

And just moments ago, those same hands had carefully untied her shoelaces.

He’d even tied them back up

afterward.

“You’re really into my hands, huh? You’ve been staring,” Julius‘ voice suddenly cut through her thoughts.

“Cough, cough!” Quinn awkwardly looked away. “Uh, about earlier… thanks for helping with the shoes and laces, Mr. Whitethorn.”.

“You should thank me. I don’t do that sort of thing for people very often,” he said.

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