Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 253

Madeline had been lying facing Quentin, but after he issued his command to come over, she froze on the bed.

Quentin watched her. "What, is it too difficult?"

Madeline gently shook her head. "No."

A slight crease formed between Quentin's brows.

Madeline's face flushed an even deeper crimson.

Gritting her teeth, she threw caution to the wind and crawled onto his lap.

Quentin leaned back comfortably against the sofa, watching her next move.

With trembling fingers, Madeline unbuttoned his shirt, slipping the buttons free one by one.

Beneath the white, silk-like fabric, a flawlessly sculpted, god-like physique was revealed.

His muscles were truly breathtaking.

From her slight vantage point above his shoulders, she could see the magnificent definition of his back—the perfect, rippling muscles exuding raw power.

His collarbones, his broad shoulders, and especially his back, looked like a masterpiece.

Madeline had always felt that Quentin was favored by the heavens.

He was a meticulously crafted work of art; not only was his face stunning, but his body was absolute perfection.

"Keep going," Quentin murmured. "Why aren't you saying my name, hmm?"

Flustered, Madeline hardened her resolve.

Her brows knitted slightly together.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Quentin..."

Then, she pressed her lips to his neck.

It wasn't until she left a faint mark against his skin that her shyness began to fade.

Madeline had initially felt embarrassed.

But this wasn't the first time they had been intimate, and since they might be doing this every day from now on, she knew she shouldn't be so timid.

At that thought, Madeline grew bolder, resting both hands softly on his shoulders.

Quentin tilted his chin up.

His lips parted slightly, silently inviting her to kiss him.

Madeline immediately obliged.

Quentin slowly opened his eyes, glancing back with a distinct look of annoyance at being interrupted.

Terrified of being caught in such a compromising position, Madeline felt a wave of sheer mortification.

Her face burned as if she had a fever, and she quickly scrambled back onto the bed, diving under the covers.

To appease Quentin and make him forget that mistake she couldn't even remember committing, she had engaged in such a shameful act.

Quentin stood up to answer the door, but he paused to reassure her, "I'll be right back."

Those words gave Madeline a deep sense of security.

This was her first time on such a massive luxury yacht.

The unfamiliar environment and the slight rocking of the vessel left her feeling a bit unsettled.

Especially since she had just survived a brush with death.

She felt incredibly vulnerable, but knowing Quentin was right there with her changed everything.

Even though he was as stoic and commanding as ever, his presence made her feel incredibly safe.

So, when he turned to leave, he immediately noticed the reluctance in her eyes.

That was why he had intentionally offered that gentle comfort, promising to return to her side immediately.