The towel wrapped around him was loose and barely tied, with a few stray water droplets still clinging to his skin.
Quentin was usually meticulous about everything, but this time he hadn't dried off completely, and his hair was only half-dry. It showed just how impatient he was.
Madeline, wearing a slip dress, caught sight of Quentin.
The silky satin dress instantly slipped down.
Quentin held his breath.
He had never seen her completely bare before.
Or rather, she was the most wonderful, precious thing in this world.
He had lost his temper once before, but back then, he had been too close to her to see the full picture.
Now, he could see everything perfectly.
Yet her eyes remained completely devoid of any impure thoughts, looking at Quentin with deep tenderness, like a little fawn lost in the forest. But aside from her eyes, her softly bitten lips and her beautifully curved, lithe body exuded a stunning sense of feminine power and beauty. She was breathtakingly lush where she needed to be.
But her waist was incredibly slender, without a single ounce of excess fat. It was sheer perfection.
It seemed like such a figure could only exist beneath an artist's brush.
Realizing that Quentin was staring blankly, Madeline stepped forward and reached out to untie his towel.
His body was like a sculpted masterpiece.
Quentin had zero desire to explain this right now; he only had one intention on his mind.
But since Madeline asked, he had no choice but to tell her.
"A union of interests is far stronger than a marriage alliance. I invested in a German company that produces fully automated machinery, and the York Group needs help securing government procurement for this equipment. Tristan's true purpose here is to discuss business. We're talking about machines worth millions of dollars, and they need over twenty of them, so the numbers are huge. I have a stable maritime shipping route that can net him a substantial middleman profit. Anyone else wouldn't be able to pull it off."
After Quentin's explanation, Madeline finally understood.
She had originally worried that Quentin would offend the Yorks by rejecting the marriage to protect her.
That had also been Eleanor's true ulterior motive for agreeing to the engagement—she was waiting for Quentin to fall out with the Yorks, which would not only offend them but also make other elite families view him as arrogant and insufferably haughty.
But the old woman probably never expected this outcome.

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