Chapter 207 A Fist Flies 

Harlan’s gaze snapped into razor focus as he demanded, “What did you just say?” 

Julius answered evenly, “Quinn is quite taken with my body–and with me. Our relationship will last a very long time. When the moment is right, I intend to ask her to marry me.” 

Harlan’s brows knotted; he seized Julius by the collar and growled, “What have you done to her?” 

Julius lifted his eyes slowly. “She can do whatever she pleases with me–even anything intimate. Whatever delights her, I cooperate. I’m fortunate this body of mine appeals to her. As for you…you will never know what it feels like to be desired by her as a man.” 

“You-!” Flames flared in Harlan’s eyes; the thought of Julius and Quinn being intimate sent an unnamed fury surging through him. 

He reminded himself that Quinn was now involved with Julius, that whatever they did was none of his business, yet Julius’s words still pierced him. 

“Forget it, Harlan. Quinn and I will never break up, so stop dreaming that you can have her,” Julius said bluntly. 

In the next second, Harlan’s fist shot toward Julius’s face. 

At that exact moment, the door to the room swung open. 

Catching sight of Quinn in his peripheral vision, Julius made no effort to dodge; he let Harlan’s fist land squarely on his face. 

Bang! 

The punch hit its mark. 

“Stop it!” Quinn’s voice rang out. 

Startled, Harlan loosened his grip; Julius staggered two steps back. 

Quinn stepped forward, frowning at the swelling on Julius’s cheek and the thin line of blood at his lip. She turned to Harlan, “What happened? Why are you fighting?” 

Harlan pressed his lips together, suddenly unsure how to explain. 

If I tell her I lost control because I like her and Julius provoked me, she’ll only pull further away. Then I’ll have even less of a chance to get close. 

“It’s nothing,” Julius volunteered. “Something I said must have displeased Harlan, that’s all.” 

Quinn’s gaze softened with concern; she brushed away the tiny bead of blood at the corner of his mouth. “Why didn’t you dodge?” 

With his skills, he easily could have. 

“Harlan is your friend. If he needed to vent, I let him,” Julius replied. 

Harlan was so pissed off. He clenched his jaw so hard, it felt like his teeth would shatter. 

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Chapter 207 A Fist Flies 

Why didn’t I see how tricky this guy was before? He took the punch on purpose! 

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Quinn sighed; the water she’d just bought was ice–cold–perfect for casing the swelling on Julius’s face. 

“Hold this against your cheek to bring the swelling down,” she said, handing him the bottle. 

“Alright.” He took it obediently and pressed it to his face. 

Quinn drew Harlan to one side. “What exactly did Julius say to make you swing at him?” 

Harlan hadn’t cooled off yet. He glared at Julius. He’s pretending to be the wounded one–what kind of man does that? 

“Nothing,” he ground out. 

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Seeing his attitude, Quinn understood he didn’t want to talk. “If Julius says something wrong again, tell me —I’ll make him apologize. But please don’t hit him again.” 

Harlan shot a glance at Julius, still playing the innocent victim. 

“You’re really dating him? Do you even know what kind of man he is?” Harlan snapped. 

“Of course, Harlan. I know some of who he is–maybe not everything. That’s what dating is for: to learn more. And… What matters most is I’m into him,” Quinn said sincerely. 

Her words made Harlan feel his throat go dry and tight. 

The jealousy, anger, and resentment he’d been clutching crumbled beneath those three quiet words: “I’m into him.” 

If I hadn’t left Yarburn back then–if I’d confessed the moment she divorced–would I have had a chance? He had waited so long for her marriage to end, believing their moment had come–only for Julius to cut in. 

One step late–was every step now destined to be late? 

“Here, have some water. I’ll treat you both to dinner in a bit,” Quinn said, handing Harlan a bottle as well. 

Lowering his head, Harlan took it, using the motion to hide the bitterness in his eyes. 

Over the next few hours, the three of them packed everything in the Bridger residence that could be taken. After scheduling a moving company, Quinn led Julius and Harlan to dinner at Heritage Restaurant downtown. 

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