Chapter 235 The Morning After 

“Are you still in pain?” Julius asked, concern clouding his expression. 

“It’s not really pain. I’m just sore all over,” she admitted. Only then did she realize her body felt fresh and clean, not the slightest trace of stickiness. He must have washed her afterward. 

Quinn found herself staring at him, seemingly dazed. 

“What is it?” he asked, as unease crept into his eyes. “Did I go too far? You didn’t like it? Or… I didn’t make you feel good enough? It was my first time, but I promise I’ll learn. I’ll do better.” 

“No, you… You were wonderful,” she said, cheeks blazing. 

Last night, his movements had been awkward now and then, yet unfailingly gentle. The only problem had been his seemingly endless appetite. Every time she thought they were finished, he wanted her all over again. 

Whenever she tried to stop, one glance at the hunger and longing blazing across his face dissolved every ounce of her resistance, so she let him have his way, and that was why she ended up utterly spent. 

“I just realized I trust you far more than I ever imagined,” Quinn said. 

Given how alert she usually was, even if she had been exhausted last night, she still should have woken the moment Julius began washing her. Yet she had slept straight through until broad daylight. 

It felt as though, with him keeping watch beside her, she could feel safe! 

A faint smile tugged at Julius’s lips as he replied, “Let me help you get dressed.” 

Color rushed to her cheeks. “No, ‘I can manage.” 

“Your muscles are still sore. Let me do it. I want to take care of you,” Julius insisted. 

Her blush deepened. That kind of ‘care‘ really isn’t necessary! 

“I’ll do it myself,” she declared. “Could you just hand me the clothes I brought?” 

Julius pulled her clothes  out from the wardrobe–underwear and all. Quinn glanced at his calm, unruffled face; he didn’t look even slightly embarrassed. 

Sometimes he seemed tentative and uneasy, yet other times his composure left her in awe. 

“Turn around first,” Quinn ordered. 

Julius obediently presented his back to her. Only then did Quinn push off the sheets and start dressing. 

Sure, he had already seen everything last night, but if he actually helped her get dressed, she might have died of embarrassment! 

Her body felt as if it had come apart at the joints, every muscle aching. She really needed to start working out–otherwise, next time she would be just as sore. 

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Next time? Quinn froze. Was she actually looking forward to another round with Julius? 

On second thought, that didn’t sound so bad. Everything between them felt very natural. 

“Are you done?” 

ulis called. 

“All set. Quinn answered. Fully dressed, she was about to slip into her slippers. 

Julius was already kneeling before her, slippers in hand, gently casing them onto her feet. 

Quinn blinked. “I can-” 

“I know,” Julius cut in. “I know you’re not fragile and need others to take care of things for you. I know you’d rather rely on yourself. But, Quinn, this is something I want to do for you, so please don’t turn me down.” 

Sometimes he even wondered this. If she were more delicate, would she depend on him for everything? Would that have made him indispensable? Could he then be able to hold her firmly in the palm of his hand? 

But if that happened, she wouldn’t be the woman she is. She wouldn’t be the Quinn I love. 

After Quinn had her slippers on and followed Julius to the dining room, he said, “Sit for a moment. I’ll bring breakfast out.” 

“Breakfast?” 

“I made some porridge. Try it. If it’s not to your taste, tell me what you like and I’ll learn to make it next time,” he told her. 

She was surprised, since she hadn’t expected him to get up early and cook. “Did you wear an apron?” she asked suddenly–she could hardly picture him in a kitchen. 

“No. Why?” 

Disappointment flickered in her eyes. “Nothing. I was just curious what you’d look like in one.” 

He smiled. “If you’d like to see, I’ll put one on.” 

With that, he went to the kitchen to fetch an apron. 

“No need.” Quinn grabbed his arm. “I was only teasing you.” 

“Then the next time I cook for you, I’ll definitely wear one.” He set the bowl of porridge before her. 

She tasted it; it was warm and surprisingly sweet. Spending the rest of her life with this man suddenly seemed like a wonderful idea! 

That afternoon, Quinn arrived at the office. 

As expected, Laura sidled over, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, spill it. Did you do it with Julius last night?”