Second Marriage The Billionaire's Planned Love (Quinn and Julian) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 Crossing the Line

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Julian’s gaze barely lingered on Chase before moving past him entirely, settling instead on Quinn as if Chase did not exist in the same space.

Chase forced a strained smile, clearly trying to smooth things over. “Seven, we just had a bit of a disagreement, nothing serious. Sorry you had to see that.”

Before Julian could respond, Quinn stepped forward, cutting in with practiced calm. “Julian, are you heading out? Would you mind giving me a ride?”

She kept her tone casual on purpose, making it sound like a coincidence rather than the truth, because the last thing she wanted was for Chase to realize they had come together.

Chase immediately picked up on what she was doing, and panic flickered across his face as he hurried to explain himself. “Seven, I just upset her a little, it’s nothing-”

Julian did not even acknowledge him, his attention fixed entirely on Quinn as he answered simply, “Yeah, that works.”

He turned and walked off without another word.

Quinn followed without hesitation.

Behind them, Chase stood frozen, frustration tightening in his chest, but he did not dare act, not with Julian involved, so all he could do was call out after her, “Quinn, we’ll talk later!”

Quinn did not slow down. If anything, she walked faster.

By the time they got into the car, the tension had settled into something quieter but no less heavy, and Julian glanced at her as the door closed. “What took so long?”

Quinn ignored the question and met his gaze instead. “Why did you get out of the car?”

Julian leaned back slightly, his voice calm. “You were gone a while. I figured something might’ve come up.”

“It’s done,” Quinn said, pulling the divorce papers from her bag and handing them over. “Take a look.”

Julian opened them, skimmed briefly, then closed them again without interest, because anything tied to Chase was not worth a second glance.

All that mattered was the result.

She was free.

“Good,” he said, slipping the papers back into her bag. “Let’s go get lunch and celebrate.”

Quinn hesitated, then said carefully, “If you’re busy, you should go ahead. I need to stop by Adele’s place.”

She had been in the hospital for days, had ignored multiple calls, and had not told Adele the truth, so now that she was out, she had no excuse to avoid it anymore.

11:06 am Pppp.

Chapter 231 Crossing the Line

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Julian’s expression shifted slightly. “You just got discharged. You should be resting, not running around.”

“I’ll be fine.” Quinn said, then after a brief pause, added more quietly. “I’ve been thinking, and… staying at your place doesn’t really feel appropriate.”

The air in the car changed instantly.

Julian’s face darkened, and the shift was sharp enough that Quinn did not dare look at him directly as she continued. “I’m sorry. I know I said I would, but I shouldn’t have.”

She struggled to explain, because there was no clean way to put it.

Before the divorce, it had been wrong.

Now that the divorce was final, it still did not feel right.

The divider slid up, enclosing them in a more private space, and the sudden closeness made her uneasy, her instincts kicking in before she could control them.

“But I don’t like that. I have my own thoughts, my own boundaries, and I can’t just go along with whatever you want every single time. Julian, I need you to respect that.”

When she finished, the silence that followed felt heavier than anything that had been said.

Julian said nothing.

Quinn pressed her lips together, her heart pounding so loudly she could hear it in her ears.

She had never seen him truly angry.

Not once.

And now she had no idea what that would look like, but she could feel it coming, building in the quiet.

She did not look at him again, but she could feel the cold tension radiating from him, sharp and controlled.

After what felt like a long time, Julian reached forward and pressed a button.

The divider lowered.

Then he said calmly, “Pull over.”

Quinn’s stomach dropped.

He’s sending me away.

The car came to a stop.

Julian’s voice was even, almost too even. “Take her back, let her pack her things, and drop her off.”