Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 297

The robe opened, and beneath the silk-like fabric, a near-perfect, sculpted torso was revealed.

His muscles were truly magnificent.

Madeline stared, mesmerized.

As she peeled the garment back, it revealed the musculature of his shoulders and back.

From a half-profile angle, Madeline could see that his sculpted back was incredibly striking. The near-perfect definition of his muscles radiated power and raw sexual tension.

Madeline looked away, blushing.

Surprised, Quentin asked teasingly, "What's wrong? You're about to be my wife, and you're still this shy?"

Quentin looked down, his eyes laced with a playful glint and an inexplicable trace of chilliness.

"This shouldn't be your first time. You probably know more about the things I don't understand than I do."

Quentin's words made Madeline's heart skip a beat, carrying a dangerous, unpleasant undertone.

She immediately changed the subject. "I'll go run the water."

Madeline was about to press the switch to turn on the shower, but Quentin suddenly pointed to the bathtub. "Run a hot bath for me."

Madeline was instantly surprised. She had thought Quentin wanted to suppress his urges and would opt for a cold shower, but that was just her assumption.

Since Quentin explicitly asked her to draw a hot bath, she had no choice but to oblige. Madeline turned on the hot water. This bathtub was highly advanced; not only did it fill up quickly, but it also had a thermostatic function to automatically maintain the temperature and adjust the overall heat, preventing it from being cold on top and scalding at the bottom.

Once the water was ready, she turned around to find Quentin still waiting. She walked over and guided him to the tub she had filled.

Quentin stepped in and leaned back against the edge.

Just as Madeline let out a breath of relief, Quentin's hand caught hers. "How are you going to wash me now? You should be quite experienced, right?"

Madeline lowered her head shyly. Logically speaking, this was her second marriage; there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

But for some reason, facing Quentin's stoic and austere exterior always made her heart race, leaving her blushing and flustered.

It was a fluttery, giddy feeling, like a teenager experiencing her first crush. She didn't know why it was happening.

But a man was a man. With his sharp, aristocratic jawline, deep-set eyes, and straight, prominent nose, Madeline wiped him with absolute tenderness.

The man closed his eyes, leaning back against the tub, caging her in with his arms and chest.

He savored a tenderness he had never experienced before.

He was so comfortable that the crease between his brows completely smoothed out.

He finally realized that only she could make him this relaxed.

After the bath, Madeline carefully dried him off.

Quentin let her towel him down.

At the same time, he stared at her, his gaze unwavering.

Madeline's hands moved the towel with unparalleled gentleness, applying just the right amount of pressure.