Second Marriage The Billionaire's Planned Love (Quinn and Julian) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228 What Was Lost

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“So all these years…” Chase’s voice came out hoarse, weighed down by disbelief. “I’ve been blaming the wrong person?”

Rosalie didn’t hesitate. “If you need someone to blame, then yeah, it should be me.”

The call ended abruptly.

Not long after. Quinn’s phone lit up with an incoming call from an unfamiliar number.

At that moment, she had finally managed to get Julian to leave her alone for the night and was getting ready to sleep.

She was still in Julian’s bedroom, lying on his bed, and once the room quieted down, she became acutely aware of something she hadn’t noticed before.

Everything around her carried his presence.

The sheets, the pillow, even the faint scent in the air, it all belonged to him.

She turned onto her side, pressing her cheek lightly into the pillow as that clean, cool scent lingered around her.

For a brief second, a strange thought crossed her mind.

It almost felt like being held by him.

Her face warmed instantly.

What am I even thinking right now…

Her phone rang again, pulling her back.

She glanced at the number, her expression tightening slightly before she picked up.

She didn’t say anything.

“Quinn,” Chase said on the other end, his voice low, “I need to ask you something.”

Her tone turned cold immediately. “Go ahead.”

“That watch from back then… was it really you who lost it, or was it Rosalie?”

Quinn fell silent for a moment.

Then she said quietly, “Does it even matter anymore?”

Back then, during that trip, Rosalie had been the one who lost it. But somehow, by the time everything came out, Quinn had become the one at fault.

No matter how much she tried to explain, no one believed her. Because in their eyes. Rosalie didn’t lie.

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Chapter 228 What Was Lost

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If Rosalie said it was Quinn, then it had to be Quinn.

And now, after all this time, what difference did the truth make? That wasn’t even the only time Rosalie had turned things around on her.

“It matters,” Chase insisted. “If it wasn’t you, then I owe you an apology.”

“I don’t need it.”

Back then, she had been desperate for someone, anyone, to believe her.

No one did.

And now, she no longer needed that from anyone.

“Tomorrow morning, nine o’clock,” Quinn continued, her voice steady and composed. “At the courthouse. We’ll finalize everything.”

There was a short silence before Chase answered, “Alright. I’ll be there.”

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There was something fragile about her.

But today wasn’t a day to let her sleep in.

He walked over to the window and opened the curtains, letting the morning sunlight flood the room.

Quinn groaned softly, lifting a hand to shield her eyes. “Lucy… don’t…”

Julian watched her for a moment, a quiet smile forming before he said nothing.

The light grew brighter.

Quinn sat up, clearly annoyed, her voice still thick with sleep. “Lucy, you’re seriously-”

She stopped mid–sentence.

A tall figure stood in front of her.

Julian.

He was already fully dressed, everything neat, composed, perfectly in place.

Quinn immediately looked down at herself, checking her clothes. Still intact.

She let out a small breath of relief before looking back up, flustered. “Why are you in here?”

Julian’s expression didn’t change. “You opened the door,” he said simply.

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