Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 208

While Madeline was completely mesmerized, he had already ripped the shirt off and tossed it aside.

She couldn't help but notice how striking his physique was.

The sculpted lines of his muscles exuded a raw, intoxicating mix of power and sexual tension.

Up to this point, Madeline was merely admiring the view.

Until the sharp click of his belt buckle echoed through the room.

Her eyes widened in alarm.

Last night, through the haze of the drug, she had caught glimpses of his chest, his defined abs, his collarbones, and his broad shoulders.

But nothing more than that.

Now, she could see the full, terrifying expanse of his waist and torso.

She quickly slapped her hands over her eyes.

Thankfully, Quentin only unfastened his belt.

He then grabbed her wrist, effortlessly pulling her to the edge of the bed.

He leaned back against the mattress.

Since it was mid-morning, Madeline had left the curtains open, bathing the pristine bedroom in bright, sterile daylight.

The room had excellent lighting, offering a sweeping view of the tranquil ocean outside the window.

The sheer audacity of doing this in broad daylight was already enough to shock her.

But what made the situation feel incredibly provocative was the fact that Quentin was still wearing his glasses. The thin, rimless lenses seemed designed to mask his volatile emotions.

The silver frames perfectly complemented the diamond stud in his ear, an elegant detail that usually highlighted the severe coldness of his face.

But right now, amidst this sudden, chaotic demand, the glasses stood out as a glaring symbol of his rigid control and refined style.

It made everything feel infinitely more transgressive and seductive.

"Have you showered?"

"Yes..."

The moment the word left her lips, his handsome face loomed close.

So this was what he meant...

Unable to wait for her to take the lead, Quentin captured her lips in a punishing kiss.

She watched as he refastened his belt, grabbed his discarded shirt, and walked out of the room.

Moments later, the roar of his sports car echoed as he sped away from the estate.

Madeline felt a sharp pang of regret for not explaining herself.

But the truth was, she had been entirely mentally unprepared for what had just happened.

That was why she had hesitated when she had the chance to speak.

A lingering dread washed over her as she finally cleared her head, suddenly remembering the digital recorder.

If she could find it, the audio files might explain the truth behind why she had called Lucius's name.

She searched everywhere but couldn't find her bag, which contained not only the recorder but also her grandmother's hard-won cremains.

After checking with the maid stationed near the entrance, Madeline realized she had never brought the bag into the house to begin with.

Such crucial items must have been left behind at the clubhouse when the drugs took hold.

But the thought of returning to that vile, wretched place made her stomach turn.

Just as she was drowning in panic over losing Margaret's cremains and her only leverage against Liliana, her phone suddenly rang...