Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 296

Just as she was panicking, Quentin suddenly sat up, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist. He held her close, whispering in her ear, "Did you do that on purpose?"

Madeline braced one hand against his chest and used the other to push against his thick, vein-corded arm. "Do what on purpose?"

Quentin brushed his lips against her earlobe, his voice raspy. "Are you purposely torturing me?"

Madeline was incredibly nervous, squirming slightly.

She wanted to retreat from his embrace.

Quentin's breathing grew heavy, and he pressed down hard on her waist. "Don't move."

"If you move again, I'll take you right now!"

Madeline immediately realized the gravity of the situation.

She froze in fear.

"Then... what should I do?"

Quentin took a few deep breaths.

He told her, "Just wait a moment."

Madeline said awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

Quentin stroked her small face with his fingers.

"No need to apologize. We have a long life ahead of us."

Madeline's face flushed bright red.

She nodded shyly.

Since he was the husband she had chosen for herself.

He signaled for her to undress him.

Madeline looked up at his collar.

Quentin's broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted physique was draped in a black silk robe tied with a black belt.

If it weren't for the slight flush on his ears, no one would have guessed he was the same man who, just moments ago, had buried his face in her neck and lost control, demanding she hold still.

To the outside world, Quentin was as cold as ice.

But toward Madeline, his gaze was scorching hot—so hot that he often took the initiative before she could even act, his heart burning with passion.

Madeline was quite satisfied with him. She knew he must have shared a deep bond with her when they were children, even if she had forgotten. Plus, Quentin was only slightly older than her, so there was no sense of distance.

Moreover, the physique standing before her was truly spectacular.

Madeline reached out her fingers, first untying his belt and setting it aside. She slipped it off, her fingertips dancing along the collar of his robe.