Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 348

Because whether it was just then or right now, Madeline knew perfectly well that it was Quentin.

Under the light, she stared straight at him.

Not only did Quentin not mind being stared at, but he also felt this was her way of confirming it was him. She saw him clearly, which made him even more certain.

Madeline knew it was him.

But that wasn't enough.

"Maddy, why won't you say you love me?"

He nipped at Madeline's delicate earlobe.

He bit her to force her to indulge his request, yet Madeline remained very quiet.

Quentin's dark, profound eyes locked deeply onto Madeline, as if gazing at a prey that belonged solely to him.

"Madeline, where is your answer?"

The bite brought Madeline back to her senses slightly.

A trace of panic flashed in her teary eyes.

She turned back in disbelief and said softly, "Please spare me."

Begging for mercy didn't work at all.

Hearing this, the man suddenly unleashed the primal aggression and dominance ingrained in his bones.

Time slowly slipped by.

The moonlight emerged from behind the dark clouds.

Quentin sat at the head of the bed; the woman beside him had long since fallen into an exhausted, senseless slumber.

Quentin kept wondering why Madeline wouldn't say she loved him.

But then he suddenly remembered that it wasn't just Madeline—he hadn't told her he loved her either.

They had dove straight into the physical side of things. The difference was that couples usually professed their love first.

But Quentin was afraid Madeline would hurt him, so he wasn't willing to say he loved her first. Madeline seemed even more cautious than he was.

However, she had given Quentin an apple necklace representing the forbidden fruit, hinting that she wanted to unite with him out of love.

It was the first time she had slept so comfortably.

She didn't dream at all.

Due to certain events in her childhood, Madeline would often have bizarre dreams, mostly nightmares.

But this time, whether because she was utterly exhausted or felt incredibly safe, she didn't have a single dream.

When she woke up, sunlight was already streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Madeline blinked and opened her eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Quentin.

Quentin had woken up earlier than her and had been waiting faithfully by her side, making sure he was the first thing she saw when she woke up.

This Quentin looked quite different from the image she usually had of him. With his face bathed in golden sunlight, he looked exceptionally gentle and charming, a soft smile playing on his lips.

In Madeline's mind, Quentin was always cold and aloof, but this time, it seemed different.

But just as she let her guard down, she noticed that his smile hinted at something mischievous...