Second Marriage The Billionaire's Planned Love (Quinn and Julian) novel Chapter 225

Julian let out a low, amused laugh, the kind that carried a hint of danger as he looked down at her. “If I don’t take a cold shower, then what exactly do you expect me to do, Quinn? You planning to help me out?”

The implication hit instantly, and Quinn’s face flushed as she grabbed the blanket beside her and pulled it up tight, wrapping herself in it like a shield. “Julian, seriously, just leave me alone, okay?”

He didn’t move away. Instead, he reached over and casually tugged the blanket down, exposing half her face again as if her attempt to hide meant nothing.

Quinn immediately tried to pull it back, but no matter how hard she tugged, it didn’t budge in the slightest. Frustrated and embarrassed, she had no choice but to open her eyes and glare at him. “What are you doing?”

Julian’s expression didn’t soften. “If I end up sick tomorrow, that’s on you.”

Quinn stared at him, completely baffled. “How is that my fault? You’re the one choosing to take an ice–cold shower.”

He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping just enough to make her pulse spike. “Then tell me why I’d even need one in the first place. Who do you think caused that? You seriously believe I’d react like that just because of a scene in a movie?”

The question was so blunt that Quinn froze.

There was no way she could answer that out loud.

She was still trying to wrestle the blanket back, but it was pointless, and now her entire face was exposed under his steady gaze. Heat rushed up her neck as she snapped, half embarrassed, half defensive. “That still doesn’t make it my fault. I didn’t do anything tonight.”

Julian didn’t let her off that easily. “Maybe not tonight, but what about before? You really think you haven’t done anything?”

That struck directly where she had no defense.

Quinn’s frustration finally surfaced. “Fine, I did, but I was drunk, and I already apologized for that. Are you seriously going to bring it up forever?”

Julian’s eyes stayed locked on hers, his tone quieter but heavier. “I bring it up because I can’t just ignore it. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me to hold back every single time?”

The way he said it, steady and unapologetically honest, made something in Quinn tighten.

Her body tensed under the blanket, and even her toes curled instinctively from the sheer intensity of it.

The truth was, she couldn’t stay mad.

And more than that, she didn’t even feel like she had the right to be.

Because when she thought about it, every time something like that had happened, whether she meant to

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or not, she had been the one pushing things there.

Even if she hadn’t realized it in the moment, it still counted.

She had to take responsibility for that.

“I’m sorry…”

The words came out softer this time, almost instinctive.

Julian didn’t let it slide. “So if I do get sick, whose fault is it?”

Quinn hesitated, clearly unwilling, but she still muttered, “…Mine.”

Even as she said it, she knew it was true.

**Finished

Julian had been holding himself back again and again, and tonight, after that movie, with her sitting right there next to him, it had nothing to do with the scene on the screen.

It was never about the movie, it’s about me. What he’s thinking about… it has to be us, not them. Kissing, being close, going further than we should…

That was the real reason.

That was why he lost control.

And why he needed that cold shower in the first place.

Julian watched her quietly for a moment before continuing, “And when I got mad earlier, do you know why?”

He really is going to hold this over me forever.

Quinn couldn’t help glancing at him again.

His shoulders were broad and defined, his build strong in a way that didn’t need effort to prove itself.

There was nothing about him that felt “old.”

If anything, he outclassed most men she’d ever seen.

She quickly said, “You’re not old at all.”

But the answer came out a little too fast, a little too perfunctory.

Julian didn’t bother calling her out on it. Instead, he circled back. “So tell me, besides apologizing, what are you going to do?”

“I…” Quinn started, but her attention drifted again before she could finish.

Her gaze flickered, almost unconsciously, from his shoulders downward.

His chest.

The lines of muscle, the natural tone of his skin, not pale but warm and slightly tanned, exactly the kind of look she had always preferred.

Lucy was always obsessed with those pale, delicate–looking celebrities, but that had never been Quinn’s type.

Julian, on the other hand, felt almost unfairly perfect.

How does someone check every single box like this, face, body, even the way his skin looks….

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