Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 204

It was entirely filled with her favorites: crispy bacon, savory eggs benedict, and frothy lattes.

But right now, she had no idea how to face Quentin.

They were an engaged couple, about to sign their marriage papers soon, so being physically intimate was perfectly normal.

But Madeline honestly couldn't remember any of the details. She had no idea if he was satisfied with their intimacy.

If she had just lain there like a dead fish last night, it definitely wouldn't have pleased him.

Bracing herself, Madeline approached the dining table and took in Quentin's flawlessly handsome face.

His features were strikingly attractive. Whether his hair was slicked back or falling naturally, he looked perfect, and his sharp, piercing gaze only added to his untouchable aura.

He looked immaculate, devoid of any worldly desires.

He was back to being the stoic billionaire.

It made Madeline feel like the flushed, naked Quentin from last night—whose ears had burned crimson—was an entirely different person.

Their eyes met.

Madeline averted her gaze.

Quentin spoke with an expressionless face, "Sit down. Eat."

Madeline flushed with anxiety, terrified he was going to bring up her behavior from last night. Perhaps because she was closer now, she noticed a dark hickey right over his Adam's apple.

That was... probably her doing. She hadn't realized her aim was so accurate when she was out of her mind.

Madeline had always found his Adam's apple incredibly attractive; it looked so seductive when it bobbed to the rhythm of his deep, magnetic voice.

She sat down nervously, her eyes darting around, too afraid to look at him.

She quietly sipped her latte, eating her bacon and eggs.

Across the table, his icy demeanor radiated toward her. He had a cold personality, a cold temper, and a chilling presence.

This was the impression she had formed over the time she had known him.

Quentin just wanted to forget the whole thing as quickly as possible.

He didn't want the watch anymore; it only poked at his fresh wounds.

"Why don't you want it?"

"That watch reminds me of yesterday's unpleasantness!"

Madeline's heart tightened. "Unpleasantness?"

She had thought they shared a passionate moment yesterday, yet Quentin was calling it unpleasant.

Suppressing her hurt, she offered gently, "I can take it to the boutique and have it professionally cleaned so it won't remind you of..."

This watch was worth millions of dollars and was a rare limited edition.

"No need. Compared to the watch," Quentin said, his icy gaze locking onto her as if she had struck a nerve, "I'd rather know why, when you're already divorcing Lucius and just waiting out the cooling-off period for the papers to finalize, you're still thinking about him?"