Ditched the Cheater, Pregnant by Mr. Righ novel Chapter 147

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Quinn no longer dared to argue. She spoke obediently, “Mr. Sterling, I’ll run upstairs and grab my things.”

After saying that, she got out of the car.

To her surprise, Julian stepped out as well.

He stood beside the car with that effortless composure he always carried. With his tailored coat and calm posture, he looked less like someone helping a friend move and more like an executive inspecting a

property.

“Lead the way.” Julian said.

Seeing her frozen in place, he reminded her calmly.

Which clearly meant he intended to go upstairs too.

Quinn could sense the chill in his

presence.

Ever since she had said that earlier comment in the car, his mood had noticeably cooled.

Quinn had no intention of explaining.

It was the truth anyway. That night she had been drugged and half–conscious. There was no way she could have recognized anyone clearly.

And if she was being honest, part of her had said that on purpose.

If Julian got annoyed enough, maybe he would keep his distance from her in the future.

That would be better for both of them.

Still, feeling the quiet tension surrounding him made something in Quinn’s chest tighten.

She walked ahead.

Julian followed behind her.

Quinn didn’t have many belongings, but since she had stayed in this dorm room for several days, she still needed a few minutes to pack.

Fortunately, she had a habit of keeping things organized. The room was tidy.

“Mr. Sterling, please give me a minute,” Quinn said. She pulled a chair over for him. “You can sit here.”

After that, she headed into the restroom to collect her toiletries.

When she came back out, Julian was not sitting.

Instead, he was standing beside the small desk in the room, looking down at the open sketchbook lying on top of it.

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The pages contained several quick sketches Quinn had drawn while brainstorming design ideas.

Normally there would be nothing embarrassing about that.

But the moment Quinn remembered what she had drawn yesterday, her body froze. At that exact moment, Julian heard her footsteps and turned around.

His long legs seemed almost too tall for the small dorm room. Standing beside the desk, he made the entire space feel cramped.

Quinn suddenly felt guilty for reasons she could barely explain.

“Mr. Sterling, you can sit for a bit,” she said quickly.

Before he could answer, she hurried toward the desk, reaching for the sketchbook.

Julian’s long finger pressed gently against the page.

He looked down at her, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Would you mind explaining something to me,” he said, “what exactly is this drawing?”

The notebook was pinned lightly beneath his finger.

He wasn’t using much force, but Quinn didn’t dare push against him. How was she supposed to explain it?

Her thoughts tangled together in panic.

The man in the sketch was Julian.

Quinn had always had a natural instinct for drawing. Even during formal design training, her instructors often said her pure drawing ability surpassed her fashion design work.

Sketching, oil painting, expressive studies. She had always been praised for all of them.

Whenever she designed clothing or jotted down ideas, she usually worked in pencil sketches.

Just like this notebook. Nearly every page contained pencil drawings.

And the one under Julian’s hand sat right in the middle of the desk.

Which was exactly why he had seen it. Quinn had completely forgotten about it.

She had never expected Julian to show up at her dorm room tonight.

Now the person she had drawn was standing right here, holding the evidence. Her brain practically

screamed at itself.

Think of something. Please think of something.

Julian watched her silently.

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She still hadn’t spoken, but the faint red spreading across her cheeks had already answered his question.

The cold tension he had carried earlier disappeared instantly.

“If I’m not mistaken,” Julian said casually, “that’s me, right?”

Anyone with functioning eyesight could see it. The man Quinn had drawn was Julian.

It wasn’t merely similar.

It was unmistakably him!

At that moment, Quinn suddenly hated her own artistic talent. Why did it have to look so accurate?

She couldn’t possibly lie and claim the drawing was someone else.

Julian wasn’t an idiot.

Quinn shut her eyes briefly, surrendering.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Why draw me?” Julian picked up the sketchbook and examined the portrait more carefully. “The detail is impressive.”

From the curve of the brow to the bridge of the nose, from the shape of the eyes to the line of the lips, his features were captured with almost unsettling precision.

Under Quinn’s pencil, he looked striking.

Almost too striking. Quinn felt mortified. Strangely, this embarrassment felt worse than anything that had happened before.

At least those situations had an excuse. She could blame alcohol or confusion.

But this drawing had clearly been created when she was fully conscious.

If there wasn’t a specific reason, why would a woman draw a man’s portrait so carefully?

“Why?” Julian asked again, a smile hiding in his voice. “Hmm?”

“Because…” Quinn scrambled for an answer. “Because I’m designing clothes for you.”

It sounded reasonable enough. But Julian didn’t believe it.

If that had really been the reason, Quinn would have shown him the sketches openly instead of reacting

like this.

The explanation had obviously been invented on the spot.

Otherwise she wouldn’t have hesitated so long.

“Really?” Julian raised an eyebrow. “I could be wrong, but that’s not usually how fashion sketches start, is

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“Everyone has different habits,” Quinn replied quickly, seizing the excuse. Her voice sounded more confident now. “I like to sketch the person first. It helps me design clothes that match their personality.”

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