Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 305

"Let me cook. It's an honor to prepare a meal for my lovely wife."

The man shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. His unbuttoned collar revealed the sharp, clean lines of his collarbone.

Yet, his deep, expressive eyes gleamed with an intensity that made Madeline shiver, locking onto her with a gaze she couldn't escape.

Quentin gently placed Madeline back in the center of the sofa before making his way to the kitchen.

Only then did Madeline slowly wake up fully. Checking her phone, she realized it was indeed incredibly late—it was already past midnight.

Quentin had mentioned he had some loose ends to tie up abroad, so he would be swamped today.

She had seen the massive line of people waiting to meet with him ever since they returned safely. They had waited up all night just to get a moment of his time.

Instead of handling them first, he had immediately come to check on her. Seeing her asleep on the couch, he had been so tender and careful, terrified of waking her.

No matter what time it was, Quentin would always cook for her when they returned to their little home. He always comforted her, understood her, and bought her everything her heart desired.

Madeline felt she was being far too reserved. They had been legally married for a while now, yet she still held back, while he treated her with unwavering stability and devotion.

She really needed to show her appreciation.

She walked into the kitchen and found Quentin wearing an apron, cooking. He was actually preparing a traditional meal.

He was making garlic butter shrimp and pineapple glazed ribs. Though simple, they were her two absolute favorite dishes.

The mouthwatering aroma was coming straight from the glazed ribs.

It smelled so incredible that her appetite instantly spiked, rooting her to the spot in surprise.

Out of all the ingredients available, Quentin had specifically chosen her favorites, picking dishes that were quick to prepare so they wouldn't delay her rest. He managed every single detail of her life with meticulous care.

He told her to eat first if she was starving, but Madeline shook her head. "We have the food, but no drinks. Want to start with a cocktail?"

Her gaze drifted over to the nearby minibar.

He chuckled and asked, "Do you know how to mix drinks?"

Madeline replied, "Just a little bit."

Quentin knew better. Whenever he asked her, she always claimed to know 'just a little bit,' but she had actually worked part-time as a bartender at a lounge. She genuinely knew her way around a shaker.

It was too late to make her do any heavy lifting, but his curiosity about how her drinks tasted won out.

"Alright," he said. "Make me one. I am feeling a bit thirsty."