Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 291

Yet, in all those years of grueling effort, did she ever receive an ounce of respect? Let alone appreciation?

No one ever complimented her food. They simply assumed that because she was a wife and a mother, serving perfection was her bare minimum duty.

But more importantly, it was because they never loved her.

Madeline snapped out of her bitter reverie, suddenly realizing that Quentin's intense, predatory gaze had been locked onto her the entire time.

It made her pulse race with nervous anticipation.

"Madeline," he murmured softly.

She blinked, flustered, and offered a quiet, "Yes?"

Quentin reached across the table, his large hand cupping her delicate face.

His palm cast a soft shadow over half her features.

It made her breathtaking face look half-bathed in angelic light...

And half-draped in wicked, seductive darkness.

He stroked her cheek with absolute, undeniable possession.

His voice was a low, resonant hum, as intoxicating as a cello.

"From now on, you only cook for me. Understood?"

"And your heart belongs solely to me. You aren't allowed to think about anyone else."

It was human nature to want to possess beautiful things.

Especially for an apex predator with his level of territorial dominance. He knew exactly how incredible she was.

Since she had promised to belong to him forever, he fully intended to ruthlessly claim her, monopolizing both her body and her heart.

After dinner.

Quentin unlocked the master suite facing the ocean.

Designed for maximum romance, the massive windows offered a spectacular view of the sea at night.

With zero light pollution, the island boasted a breathtaking canopy of stars.

The ocean rivaled the Maldives, the bioluminescent algae turning the crashing waves into a glowing, ethereal river of starlight.

"Are we... staying in this room tonight?" Madeline asked, her heart skipping a beat as she sensed the shift in the air.

"Yes. We're sleeping here tonight," he said, his eyes dark. "Go take a shower."

He wasn't just waiting; he had closed the distance so they were mere inches apart.

Quentin stared at her.

She was devastatingly beautiful.

Absolutely flawless.

Utterly intoxicating.

It made his heart pound against his ribs.

Especially looking the way she did right now.

A lethal combination of pure innocence and soul-stealing seduction.

Two completely contradictory aesthetics fused flawlessly into her very being.

It created a unique, captivating aura that no other woman on earth could replicate.

He was utterly mesmerized.

His towering frame—well over six feet two—loomed closer, the sheer physical dominance of his presence suffocatingly intense.