Ditched the Cheater, Pregnant by Mr. Righ novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 Crossing Lines

The cafe wasn’t loud. People kept their voices low, soft music filling the background.

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But the moment Quinn asked that question, Julian looked up. And just like that, everything else seemed to fade out.

Quinn couldn’t explain what it felt like to meet his eyes. They were sharp, deep, impossible to ignore.

When he looked at her like that, something in her softened despite everything.

The noise disappeared. Her mind went blank. It felt like she could get pulled under just by holding his gaze.

She didn’t know how long it lasted before his voice cut through again.

“What do you mean?” Julian asked.

The shift hit her instantly. A chill spread through her chest, sharp and sudden.

She had never heard him sound like that.

And before she could even push him too far, she already felt shaken. But she had made her choice.

She wasn’t backing down.

She locked that part of herself away for good, with no intention of ever letting anyone in.

And cutting off the feelings she never should have let grow.

“What do I mean?” Quinn said quietly. “Do you really want me to say it out loud? Fine. Since you’re trying to keep things polite, I’ll just say it. I know that before, when I wasn’t fully aware, I crossed a line with you. That was on me. If that made you curious about me… about my body, that’s human. But if you’re looking for someone to mess around with, to play some kind of relationship game, you picked the wrong person. When I say I don’t like you, I mean it. And I’m making it clear there’s no chance of anything happening between us. Why keep pushing this? We’re adults. Can’t we just leave this with some dignity? Is that clear enough?”

When she finished, she looked straight at him.

His eyes were dark, intense, like something storming beneath the surface.

For a moment, her chest tightened.

But she didn’t look away.

She didn’t realize her eyes had already started to shine, tears barely held back, making her look more vulnerable than she intended.

“Curious about your body?

“Playing games with you?”

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Julian repeated her words slowly.

His voice stayed cold, but there was something else underneath it now.

Shock and anger.

Quinn didn’t understand what surprised him. Maybe he didn’t expect her to be this direct.

Most people hid behind politeness, softened things. She hadn’t.

“Quinn,” he said, her name tight in his jaw.

She looked away, her lashes trembling.

“If you have something to say, just say it,” she replied. “There’s nothing left to hide.”

Julian finally understood what she really meant, and the anger hit hard.

No one had ever pushed him like this.

Quinn really knew how to get under his skin.

“If I were just curious about you,” Julian said, his voice sharp, “why would I have held back that night on the yacht?”

Just hearing that made Quinn flush.

It was true. He had lost control for a moment.

But not completely. He had stopped.

“People always want what they can’t have,” Quinn said, forcing herself to stay steady. “For men like you, where’s the excitement in something easy?”

“So you’ve been thinking this whole time that I see you as a target?”

“Don’t you?” Quinn met his eyes. “Then explain it. The run–ins, the timing, sending Lucy away… saying it’s just because I’m her friend doesn’t make sense.”

Julian let out a short, humorless laugh.

His jaw tightened.

No wonder she said she didn’t like him.

If she really believed he was treating her like that, of course she would.

So that was what he was to her. Someone that low.

Julian stood, tension rolling off him.

“If I actually wanted something from you,” he said, looking down at her. “do you really think you’d still be

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standing here like nothing happened?”

Quinn didn’t look at him. She picked up the jewelry box and held it out.

“Julian, this is yours.”

He didn’t move. “Throw it away.”

He stood there, looking down at her. Quinn stayed silent.

Then he turned and walked out, fast and sharp, like a storm cutting through the room.

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