Ditched the Cheater, Pregnant by Mr. Righ novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 A Bad Pick

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Julian finished setting up the system, and as the screen lit up and the sound wrapped around the room, Quinn sank into the seat and immediately felt the difference, because this was not just a nice setup, it felt like sitting in a private screening room, the kind people paid serious money for.

“What are you in the mood for?” Julian asked, glancing over at her.

Quinn straightened slightly, a little self–conscious. “Honestly, anything’s fine. You can pick.”

Julian didn’t move. “Come here and choose,” he said, gesturing toward the console, his tone calm but leaving no room for argument. “Just pick something you’ll actually enjoy.”

The way he said it made it hard to refuse, and before she could overthink it, Quinn got up and walked over, leaning in slightly as she scrolled through the library, only to realize just how extensive it was.

“There’s so much here,” she said, genuinely surprised.

Julian replied casually, “If you like this kind of thing, I’ll take you out to the place upstate next time. The setup there is better, bigger screen, better sound.”

“This is already incredible,” Quinn said, and she meant it, because most people didn’t even have a proper TV setup, let alone something like this.

She scrolled for a while, then stopped on a well–known romantic film and selected it without thinking too much.

Julian pulled it up smoothly.

And almost the second it loaded, Quinn regretted her choice.

“Wait, no, not this one,” she said quickly, reaching out as if she could undo it.

She remembered too late what kind of scenes this movie had, and watching something like that with Julian sitting right next to her was about as uncomfortable as

it got.

Julian looked at her, mildly puzzled. “You want to switch?”

“Yes, please,” she said immediately. “Let’s pick something else.”

Julian didn’t question it and leaned back slightly, giving her space.

He usually watched documentaries anyway, and romance was not exactly his thing.

Quinn hesitated this time, more careful now, because most of the movies she knew well leaned in the same direction, and she was not about to make the same mistake twice.

So she picked something unfamiliar, a foreign film she had never seen before.

The cover looked safe enough, a family of five walking together, parents holding hands with three kids, the youngest barely more than a toddler, and everything about it suggested something warm and grounded.

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It seemed like a harmless choice.

At first, it was.

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The opening scenes were simple and calm, everyday family life, small affectionate gestures, a kiss on the cheek, a hand on the shoulder, nothing that felt out of place, and the story moved naturally around the kids.

Then the tone shifted.

The couple started arguing, tension creeping in, the wife suspecting the husband of cheating, and suddenly the emotional intensity spiked.

Before Quinn could adjust, the argument turned into something else.

The kiss that followed was nothing like the restrained, fade–to–black moments she was used to.

It was intense, emotional, and completely unfiltered, the kind of kiss where neither person held anything back.

The man pulled her in close, one hand firm at her waist while the other slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, and the woman responded just as strongly, gripping his hair and pulling him closer, as if the argument had only made everything sharper.

Even the sound carried weight, low and breathy, filling the room in a way that made it impossible to ignore.

Quinn went completely still.

Watching something like this alone would have been one thing, but sitting here beside Julian made every second feel stretched and uncomfortable.

The lights were off, the room dim except for the shifting glow of the screen, and she became hyper–aware of everything, the silence, the closeness, even her own breathing.

Please let this scene end already.

But it didn’t.

The kiss dragged on, deepening instead of fading, and when it finally broke, the two of them fell onto the bed.

Quinn instinctively expected the camera to cut away, because that was how these scenes usually worked, a quick transition, a symbolic shot, and then something else.

This film didn’t do that.

It stayed.

The woman climbed on top of him, pulling off his shirt while slipping out of her own clothes with complete ease, leaving nothing to the imagination except the bare minimum.

The camera lingered without hesitation.

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On her.

Then on him.

Quinn barely processed the shift before the screen suddenly went dark.

For a second, she thought it was part of the movie.

Then she realized.

It was paused.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Julian.

They were close enough that she could make out the outline of his face in the dim light, but not enough to read his expression.

Still, the pause itself felt like a release.

Because sitting through that scene with him had been almost unbearable.

A moment later, Julian stood up.

“I’ll be back,” he said, his voice steady.

Then he walked out.

Just like that.

The door closed, leaving Quinn alone in the room.

They were both adults, and she didn’t need anyone to explain why he left.

She wasn’t unaffected either. She wasn’t numb.

It just took longer for her to register it.

But the fact that he had walked out like that somehow hit harder than the scene itself.

So even someone like him…

Her thoughts slipped before she could stop them.

Back to that night.

Back to the car.

She remembered more than she wanted to.

She remembered what it felt like to sit on his lap, the shift in his body, the tension she hadn’t fully understood at the time but had definitely felt.