Second Marriage The Billionaire's Planned Love (Quinn and Julian) novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248 Crossing the Line

Now, the situation was reversed.

He was the one holding her.

Not much difference, except…

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Julian shifted slightly, stepping back just enough to create space between their lower bodies, because staying that close would lead somewhere he didn’t intend to go.

Even so, his chest remained against her back.

And he didn’t let go.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked, his voice lower now.

Burns like this needed to be cooled properly, the water running until the pain eased completely, otherwise it would only get worse later.

But Quinn wasn’t paying attention to the burn anymore.

Her focus had shifted entirely.

To him.

To the warmth behind her, the steady presence, the way his arms held her in place, the way his breath felt so close it blurred her thoughts.

For a second, it felt like that night on the yacht all over again.

Back then, she had been the one clinging to him.

Now, it was him holding her.

His closeness, his quiet control over the space between them, made it impossible for her to push him

away.

And in that moment, something in her gave.

What if I just stop thinking… what if I don’t pull away this time…

“Quinn?”

Julian’s voice came close to her ear, pulling her back.

“I asked if it still hurts.”

He had noticed she had gone quiet.

There was a hint of amusement in his tone. “Where’d you go just now? You still with me?”

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Chapter 248 Crossing the Line

Quinn shook her head quickly. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

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Julian turned off the water, then reached for a paper towel, carefully drying her hand with slow, deliberate

movements.

“I can do it,” she said, though her voice didn’t carry much weight.

Julian didn’t answer right away.

For a brief moment, he kept her there, still within his hold, as if letting go wasn’t something he was in a hurry to do.

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“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Quinn said, trying to pull her hand back. “Let go.”

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Julian let out a quiet breath, something close to helpless in it. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

He let go, but his fingers brushed lightly against her cheek, wiping away the tear that had slipped down. Quinn turned her face away.

Julian reached out again, his fingers briefly touching her chin as if to turn her back, but he stopped himself almost immediately.

He remembered.

What she had asked of him.

So he let his hand fall.

“Why were you cooking?” he asked again, his tone more grounded now. “Did you even think about what would happen if you got hurt?”

“I just wasn’t paying attention,” Quinn said. “It won’t happen again.”

Julian frowned slightly and lifted her hand gently, turning it so she could see it clearly. “You’re already talking about next time? You’re this close to getting blisters, and you still think it’s nothing? Stay out of the kitchen for a while, okay?”

Quinn pulled her hand back. “I don’t need you telling me what to do.”

Julian looked at her for a second, then said quietly, “I’m not trying to control you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

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