Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 306

The woman's slender waist swayed gracefully behind the bar as she briskly opened the fridge, pulled open cabinets, and gathered an assortment of bottles and jars.

She moved with a light, effortless grace, her supple frame weaving beneath the warm lighting with dizzying elegance.

Seeing her stand on her tiptoes, stretching her arm as high as she could to reach something in the upper cabinet, Quentin instantly closed the distance and pressed against her back.

His arm reached past hers, effortlessly plucking the item from the top shelf. His deep, gravelly voice brushed against her ear, "Is this what you need?"

He had spotted a few beautifully packaged cans of artisanal sparkling water.

"Yes!" Madeline nodded enthusiastically. That was exactly what she was looking for.

Quentin's tall frame made it effortless. He retrieved the cans smoothly and set them down right by her hand. "Thank you... Quentin."

She smiled and glanced back, only realizing as she turned that they were practically molded against one another again.

They were so close that their breaths tangled together in the space between them.

It took every ounce of Quentin's self-control to tear his gaze away from her soft, tempting lips. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

Madeline's hand instinctively clutched the chilled sparkling water can. She cleared her throat, trying her hardest to keep her voice steady. "You still haven't told me what kind of drink you want."

"Whatever you make."

The bar was fully stocked with professional tools. Her mixing technique was flawless, every step precise and executed with a near-professional crispness.

The shaker danced in her hands for a good while before she finally strained out two entirely different colored liquids.

One glass was a pale blue, reminiscent of a clear summer night sky; the other was a soft pink, like a newly bloomed rose.

She slid the pale blue glass toward Quentin, suppressing a smile as she said, "Try it?"

"Because mine has rose-infused honey water, so it's a lot sweeter.

But yours is made with mint, lemon, and gin. The whole vibe is crisp and cool.

Look at them. Don't the colors match perfectly?"

"They match perfectly," Quentin echoed softly.

"Besides..." Madeline paused, her eyes sparkling with unmistakable adoration. "The first time I saw you, I felt like you were exactly like this shade of blue—deep, mysterious, and incredibly calm. I love it."

Quentin's heart gave a violent, sudden jolt.

He froze, unable to even formulate a response, and instinctively grabbed his glass for another huge gulp. He drank it so fast that it went down the wrong pipe, causing him to cough lightly once more.