Ditched the Cheater, Pregnant by Mr. Righ novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 No Escape

Unbelievable.

Quinn stared at the ceiling, equal parts embarrassed and annoyed.

But what was done was done.

The caregiver worked efficiently, clearly experienced with patients in her condition.

Finished

“Your boyfriend really takes care of you,” she said with a friendly smile. “He made sure I had all the details before you even woke up.”

Quinn’s face heated instantly. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

The woman looked surprised, then laughed. “Oh, got it. New relationship?”

Quinn gave up correcting her.

The woman kept talking, easygoing and chatty, praising Julian for being polite and well–mannered, then turning right around and complimenting Quinn.

“You’ve got a great figure,” she said casually. “Everything’s in the right place, and that waist, seriously…”

Quinn shut her eyes.

Why does this feel exactly like Lucy…

At least it wasn’t Julian. That alone made it manageable.

The caregiver carefully wiped her down with a warm towel, then helped her into clean, loose hospital clothes.

The difference was immediate. Quinn felt like she could finally relax a little.

“All set,” the woman said, stepping back. “If you need anything, just call me. I’ll let your boyfriend keep you company.”

She left before Quinn could correct her again.

A second later, Julian walked in.

Quinn glanced at him and let out a quiet huff, clearly still annoyed.

Julian didn’t comment on it. He walked to the foot of the bed and reached for her feet.

“They’re cold.”

“I’m not cold,” Quinn said quickly. “I’m fine.”

It didn’t matter. Julian had already loosened his shirt slightly and pulled her feet against his abdomen.

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Quinn’s body stiffened at first.

Flushed

The moment their skin made contact, warmth settled in, steady and immediate, spreading so naturally that she barely had time to register it before it took over.

Her toes curled instinctively, a small, unconscious reaction she didn’t even notice at first.

Her feet were always cold, especially during the winter, no matter how high the heat was turned up, but now that they were pressed against his skin, the warmth moved through her quickly, easing that familiar chill almost at once.

For a brief second, she nearly let out a quiet breath.

Julian adjusted the blanket, making sure she was covered properly while keeping her feet against him.

“You were curious before,” he said casually, glancing at her. “About this.”

Quinn’s face went red again. “I was not.”

“Sure,” Julian said, holding her ankle in place when she tried to move. “Let’s say I was curious if you would

be.”

Quinn stared at the ceiling.

I’m actually getting used to this. That’s the worst part.

At first, seeing him do something like this had completely shocked her.

Now…

There was something else mixed in. Something softer.

This was Julian.

Someone who had no reason to do any of this.

Whatever he wanted from her, the fact that he didn’t hesitate, didn’t pull back…

That mattered.

“Thanks…” she said quietly, not looking at him.

Julian didn’t soften. “Don’t thank me. And don’t assume I do things for free. I expect something back.”

Quinn frowned slightly. “I didn’t ask you to do this. You chose to.”

It sounded cold, but she had to say it.

Because if she agreed to repay him, there was no telling what he might ask for.

The man she thought was distant and untouchable had turned out to be something else entirely.

Sharp. Calculated. Dangerous in a quiet way.

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“Harsh.” Julian said, lightly pressing his thumb against her ankle. “You’re not worried I’ll take that personally?”

“If you do, you can leave,” Quinn said. “No one’s stopping you.”

Julian smiled faintly. “You can say whatever you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

That ended that. Quinn went quiet. After a moment, Julian spoke again.

“Let me handle your divorce.”

Quinn didn’t answer right away this time.

Before, she would have shut it down immediately.

But now… There was already too much between them.

Too much contact. Too many lines crossed. And she had already agreed not to avoid him.

So what was she holding onto?

After a few seconds, she asked, “How?”

Julian’s voice stayed calm. “My way. If I step in, he won’t push back.”

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