Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 203

"Much better." Madeline tried to prop herself up. Dr. Elena Vance quickly helped her, checking her blood pressure, heart rate, and temperature to confirm everything was normal.

"Hello, may I ask why you're here?" Madeline had no recollection of the previous night.

Dr. Vance replied, "Last night, you inhaled a hallucinogenic drug. Mr. Prescott brought in a team of specialists for a consultation and administered the antidote. You've been resting quietly in the bedroom since, and there were no complications."

The doctor added, "Now that you've recovered, I'll go inform Mr. Prescott."

Madeline was astonished.

Quentin had actually come back, and he hadn't left.

After the doctor left the bedroom, Madeline began to piece together the events of the previous night.

She really hadn't expected to fall victim to the drug just by lingering in the vicinity of Liliana's so-called scented candles for a few moments.

It seemed Liliana had a specialized channel for procuring illegal substances—whether inhaled, ingested, or applied. She was truly venomous.

Realizing something was wrong, Madeline had originally planned to leave quickly, drink some water, and take a cold shower to lower her body temperature, but she ended up bumping into Silas Hayden.

Looking back, Silas's presence there, and his subsequent actions, felt a bit strange.

After that, everything became a blur. It felt like a dream—a dream where she saw Quentin Prescott.

Thinking about it now, it might not have been a dream after all.

Madeline had assumed Quentin was still abroad.

She never expected him to return last night and rescue her.

She even remembered... doing something incredibly intimate with him.

Madeline couldn't distinguish between reality and the dream because the scenes playing out in her head were far too exaggerated.

Her dream had been excessively steamy. Quentin, who usually dressed impeccably—buttoned all the way to the top and exuding an unapproachable, stoic aura—had been completely different.

In this dream, he had stripped naked, revealing his strong neck, sharp collarbones, and sculpted chest and abs.

But after hearing the doctor's clinical recount, she assumed she was just dreaming.

Like a predatory wolf.

She found the shredded remains of her clothes in the bathroom trash can.

It was clear evidence of the aggressive, raw passion that had occurred last night.

Madeline took a quick shower, her stomach rumbling with hunger. Thankfully, the housekeeper said breakfast was ready.

She changed into clean clothes.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Madeline saw Dr. Vance bowing respectfully toward Quentin, who was sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed. The doctor delivered her report and then left, her face pale with exhaustion after staying awake all night.

Even though Madeline was fine, Dr. Vance knew that a single word from Quentin could end her entire career. She had been so cautious that she spent the entire night watching over Madeline.

She had only dared to close her eyes for a brief moment as dawn broke, having pulled a grueling all-nighter.

Madeline's heart gave a soft flutter.

She really wanted to eat the breakfast spread out in front of Quentin.