Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 252

She quickly realized that the misunderstanding from that night had been eating away at him all along.

"No, no, no," Madeline frantically explained. "I'm your wife. There's no way I would ever confuse you with another man."

"So you finally acknowledge that you're my wife?" Quentin pressed.

"I do," she nodded earnestly.

She sensed that him bringing it up was his way of giving her an opening to clear the air once and for all.

Taking a breath, she tried again. "If you really heard me say his name, I must have been delirious. I have absolutely zero desire to ever see Lucius again. It was a massive misunderstanding. If I hurt your pride, I sincerely apologize."

"Just words? Is that how you apologize?" Quentin raised a challenging brow.

"Then how do you want me to apologize? I really am sorry," Madeline murmured. With her flushed earlobes, slightly damp eyes, and pitiful tone, she was undeniably lethal.

Quentin stared down at her. "If you're truly sorry, shouldn't you return what you took?"

Madeline blinked in confusion. "Return what?"

"You called out his name while I was kissing you," Quentin said smoothly. "So, you need to return every single kiss I wasted on you. Every mark I left on your body that night, you are going to recreate on mine. One by one. You will not miss a single one, and you will moan my name while you do it."

A thunderbolt went off in Madeline's brain, completely frying her senses.

Was he being serious?

Behind that ruthless, venomous exterior, he actually had such an outrageously petty side?

It wildly contradicted the mature, unshakable facade he always projected.

"What? You don't want to?"

Quentin reached out, his massive hand effortlessly cupping her flushed jaw.

His thumb brushed slowly against her burning cheek. "Then don't ever expect me to let this go. In fact, I might just change my mind and revoke your chance to apologize altogether..."

More importantly, she didn't want any more ridiculous misunderstandings wedging them apart.

Madeline whispered, "Right now?"

"Yes. Right now," Quentin rumbled. "Right here."

They were completely alone in the sprawling suite.

Quentin sat back in the velvet armchair by the bed. To give her better access, he spread his legs slightly and leaned deep into the cushions.

"Come here."

His smoldering eyes dropped suggestively to his lap.

His meaning was crystal clear: he wanted her to prove her submission by willingly straddling him.

And leaving every single kiss exactly where he demanded.