Madeline understood Quentin's intent.
It was laid bare.
He was a man, and she was a woman.
In a romantic citadel by the sea, it was naturally unavoidable.
But in that moment, Madeline suddenly felt she wasn't mentally prepared.
She didn't understand why; she should have readied herself.
Last time... if Quentin had asked for it then, she wouldn't have refused.
Back then, she treated it as a transaction.
Cornered and desperate, she had to do it.
It was a simple exchange of value with a powerful tycoon, regardless of who he was, as long as he gave her what she needed.
But now, she viewed Quentin as her future lover.
"Quentin, can you let me go? You're hurting me," she couldn't help but say.
"Darling, I haven't even started," Quentin replied.
Madeline was in a daze. She heard Quentin call her 'darling.'
The voice was incredibly tender, a soothing murmur that enveloped her in warmth.
Eight years of sacrifice hadn't earned her a single moment of secure love.
Madeline yearned for love.
She was deeply deprived of it.
That simple 'sweetheart' made her feel as if she were wrapped in a protective embrace, finally sensing a touch of genuine affection.
Quentin laid her on the bed in the master bedroom.
He hovered intimately, staring down at her with a predatory gaze.
His eyes mapped her features, tracing her eyes, her nose, before finally settling on her lips.
Suddenly.
Madeline felt his soft, gentle lips against hers.
He wasn't rushing.
She had expected an undeniable, forceful demand, but he was incredibly careful.
Madeline looked up, her eyes wide and misty. Though slightly panicked, she met his gaze with absolute sincerity. "I... I want to wait until later. Can we?"
Quentin instantly understood what she meant.
But right now, he...
"Why? Weren't you the one who took the initiative to be my woman before?"
Seeing Madeline's reaction.
This was completely different from what Quentin had envisioned.
He thought Madeline would naturally accept him.
But she didn't.
Instead, she showed intense resistance.
It sent a turbulent wave of frustration through him.
It was a massive disappointment.
Displeasure flashed across Quentin's face. "What? Did seeing Lucius and Liliana's wedding fall apart today make you change your mind about being mine?"

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