Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 349

"No," Madeline said, covering her face.

"Okay, no," Quentin agreed verbally with a smile.

Madeline peeked through her fingers, only to see him looking deeply amused, clearly plotting something. Unable to handle it, Madeline secretly crawled toward the edge of the bed, trying to slip away.

But a large hand scooped her right back.

"Mmph..."

"Quentin! You lied to me!"

"You still have the energy to talk? Looks like I wasn't working hard enough."

Almost as soon as Quentin's words fell.

She immediately sensed the man's fierce intent.

...

Quentin grabbed her small hands with his large ones, as if preventing her from escaping, but where could Madeline possibly run?

"You used to always make me so mad. Back then, I swore that when I got the chance, I'd definitely settle the score with you, one by one."

Quentin whispered in her ear, his hot breath making Madeline feel completely overwhelmed.

"Will you dare to make me angry again?"

"For every time you provoke me, I'll punish you like this!"

Hearing this, Madeline thought to herself, how would she ever dare to make Quentin angry again?

But she didn't really feel like he was bullying her. Madeline could sense his gentleness; he wasn't rough at all.

He would stop to coax her, kiss her cheeks and lips, or whisper sweet words to reassure her.

It was getting quite bright out, and Quentin obviously couldn't continue. Though if he wanted to, let alone one day, he could keep Madeline in the bedroom for an entire week. But right now, he had to wait until tonight to pick up where they left off.

He led Madeline out.

A full table of guests was waiting for them. Quentin entered with Madeline, his demeanor proud and confident, a faint smile on his sunlit face.

Although making guests wait for the host was somewhat against etiquette, for someone of Quentin's status, it seemed perfectly justified.

This was because he possessed the power to dictate terms to everyone else.

Even though these guests were all the younger generation of elite families, they all had superiors hovering over them. Quentin, however, was already the master of the Prescott family.

He was on a completely different level from them. His word was law, and he could finalize any business deal on the spot. Naturally, they had no objections to waiting for him.

"Apologies for the delay,"

Quentin offered a symbolic explanation.

Seeing Quentin's glowing demeanor, Wyatt Westbrook, with his vast experience running nightclubs, knew instantly that Quentin had thoroughly enjoyed himself last night, completely devouring his prize. Lucius, sitting nearby, naturally noticed it too. Between men, such things were glaringly obvious, but he was completely powerless to do anything about it.