Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 347

Quentin spent most of the time staring at her face.

She murmured, "Husband... I..."

Her unspoken words were quickly interrupted by the man's voice.

The man had clearly guessed her intention.

But he issued a warning.

"This game doesn't end whenever you please."

"I'm not doing it whenever I please." Though Madeline's mind was a bit muddled, she had been keeping count.

It really couldn't be considered casual anymore.

Quentin pinched her chin with his fingers, brushing his thumb against her lips.

Then he looked deeply at her.

"You must fully accept this; it's something I specially prepared."

"Are you getting cold?"

His breath carried a hint of smug, lazy amusement.

"I'll hold you, and then you won't be cold."

The low, husky voice sounded in Madeline's ear. She was on the verge of crying, clinging to her last shred of consciousness.

"I'm not cold..."

Her soft, pitiful pleading only brought out the inherent wickedness ingrained in Quentin's bones.

The man buried his face in her neck, sniffing gently, and asked in a playful, lazy voice, "Didn't you keep saying you wanted to get a good look at the scenery outside the window?"

Madeline shook her head vehemently. "No, I don't want to look anymore. I'll look tomorrow..."

However, the dark nature deep within Quentin wasn't something an ordinary person could handle.

But despite that, Quentin wasn't lying. After he made a name for himself, countless people had tried to curry favor with him by sending him all sorts of women.

Endless streams of beauties, yet he never touched a single one, sending them all back. That was what sparked the online rumors that he was ascetic and uninterested in women.

But Madeline knew better than anyone now that those were just rumors; he couldn't get enough of her and refused to let her go.

Quentin had suppressed himself for so many years. He didn't want to be distracted. The only times he ever found a release were when he was staring at security footage of Madeline.

Madeline whispered softly, "Husband... I'm tired..."

Quentin turned a deaf ear to her vulnerability, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes darkened until no light remained in them.

Sure enough, it had to be this way.

Before this, Madeline had never proactively called him her husband. He had forced her to say it once, just that one time, but now, she was stuttering, calling him her husband over and over.

Quentin was absolutely certain that she was calling out to him.