Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 207

But now, doubt was creeping in.

Logically, no matter how cold he was, he was still a man.

If they had truly been intimate, his attitude toward her should have softened at least a little.

Instead, he was just as hostile. Madeline formed a terrifying hypothesis: had she called Lucius's name *during* the act?

If so, she surely wouldn't have lived to see the sunrise.

He couldn't be that sadistic.

So, she hesitantly asked if anything unmentionable had happened between them.

"What else? Were you hoping Lucius was the one who did it?" Quentin's voice dropped to a terrifyingly low register.

"No, no, no!" Madeline frantically explained. "I'm your wife. I would never mess around with another man."

"So you do remember you're my wife?" Quentin asked coldly.

"Yes." Madeline nodded earnestly.

She desperately tried to make him understand. "I didn't do it on purpose. I was delirious and not making sense. I have absolutely no desire to ever contact Lucius again. This is just a massive misunderstanding.

"If I hurt your feelings or damaged your pride, I am so deeply sorry."

"So you know you hurt me?" Quentin blinked, staring at her.

"Yes. I'm sorry." Her flushed earlobes, the redness rimming her eyes, and that pathetic, trembling apology actually packed a lethal punch to his defenses.

Quentin watched her intently. "You were very aggressive last night. Did you think I was Lucius?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Madeline looked up, her clear eyes blazing with conviction. "Actually, I... I saw perfectly clearly that it was you. That's why I kissed you.

"When I married you, I made a vow that for the rest of my life, I would never touch another man. Even in a daze, I knew it was you. That's why I initiated it."

He listened to her fervent declarations.

It sounded incredibly convenient, like a desperate lie she spun to escape his wrath and punishment.

But God, he wanted to believe it.

"You better mean that." Quentin's voice was still frosty, but the biting edge was gone.

He was significantly calmer now; the inferno of his anger had mostly died down.

But what was Quentin demanding now?

Did he want her to prove she craved him physically?

How on earth was she supposed to prove that?

Madeline wasn't some naive, innocent girl.

But faced with a ruthless, intimidating man like Quentin, she simply didn't have the nerve to just jump him.

Very quickly, however, she realized her worries were entirely misplaced.

Because Quentin was willing to do whatever it took to ensure her desire wasn't a projection meant for Lucius.

She didn't need to lift a finger.

Quentin stared at her with dark, smoldering intensity.

Slowly, he undid his buttons one by one. Beneath the silk-like white shirt, he revealed a flawless, god-like physique.

His muscular definition was absolutely mesmerizing.