Ditched the Cheater, Pregnant by Mr. Righ novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Too Close to Resist

If he let her keep moving like this, he knew exactly where it would lead.

He reached down and caught her hand.

Her fingers were slender and soft, completely dwarfed by his.

He held them gently, then adjusted his grip, guiding her fingers between his.

Interlocking them. The feeling settled deep and steady, something quiet but impossible to ignore.

Julian lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand.

His voice dropped. “I’m still mad. But if you apologize, I might forgive you.”

How could she see him that way?

How could she believe he only wanted something casual, something shallow?

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From the moment they met on that yacht until now, everything he had done, every choice he made, what exactly had made her think that?

If his restraint had slipped even a little that night, things would have ended very differently.

He would not have stopped.

And yet, in her eyes, he was still that kind of man.

“Troublemaker,” he murmured.

His chest still ached. But looking at her like this softened everything.

After a while, Quinn slowly opened her eyes. Her tolerance was not great to begin with, and she had drunk too quickly.

The warmth of the car only made it worse, pulling her deeper into that heavy haze.

Her head throbbed, a dull pulse at her temples.

Before she fully woke, she lifted her hand and pressed lightly against her forehead, letting out a quiet

sound.

Julian had been watching her the whole time.

The moment he noticed, he lifted his hand and gently pressed his fingers to her temples, massaging slowly.

Her skin was warm, and the faint coolness of his touch made her instinctively lean into it.

Then something felt off.

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She forced her eyes open. Her vision was still blurred.

But before anything came into focus, she recognized the scent.

Julian?

Why do I smell him?

Am I dreaming?

Her thoughts refused to line up. If this was a dream, then nothing mattered.

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She reached up, caught his hand, and pulled it down over her face. Then she leaned into it, brushing her cheek against his palm.

The warmth was different from his fingertips, and she frowned slightly. Still, she did not let go.

Because everything about it felt right, the warmth of his touch, the familiarity of his scent, and more than anything else, the quiet pull she had never been able to ignore.

I’ve wanted this for so long.

Julian watched her, fully awake now.

He had expected her to pull away. She did not.

Instead, she leaned into him, soft and unguarded, like she belonged there. When she was sober, she kept her distance and pushed him away.

Now, she stayed. Julian did not move.

He told himself this was a bad idea. But he did not stop

her.

This kind of closeness was something he had imagined more times than he would admit.

And now that it was real, he could not bring himself to break it.

Still, Quinn shifted again.

Then she pushed herself upright. Before she could steady herself, her head spun.

Julian immediately reached out, steadying her shoulders. “Careful.”

She turned toward him slowly.

Her eyes were unfocused, soft with confusion, and there was a quiet vulnerability in the way she looked at him, as if she did not understand why he had pulled away and it stung more than she could process.

Julian’s breath caught.

He had seen her like this once before.

That night on the yacht, when she had not been in control, her eyes had carried urgency, something

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heated and restless.

This was different.

Now there was nothing but softness and uncertainty.

And somehow, that made it worse. Julian swallowed.

A man who had spent twenty–eight years in complete control kept losing it around her.

He had always been composed, distant, untouched. But every time she got close, something in him shifted.

He knew it would leave him restless.

He knew it would make things harder. And still, he could not stay away.

Julian forced himself to look away, because being this close to her was starting to wear on him in a way he

could not control.

He turned his gaze toward the window, trying to focus on anything outside, but it barely lasted a few seconds before his eyes drifted back to her again.

Back to her face.

Back to her eyes.

Quinn did not black out when she drank. Later, she would remember everything clearly.

But in the moment, her mind stayed wrapped in a soft haze, leaving her unable to tell whether she was awake or dreaming.

Like right now.

She looked up and saw Julian.

Their eyes met, if only for a brief second, before he looked away first.

But when his gaze returned to her again, he found her still watching him, her expression softened with a quiet, almost fragile hurt, as if she did not understand why he had pulled back and it left her feeling unexpectedly small.

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