Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 353

Just yesterday, Quentin Prescott had shared a deeply passionate moment with her. He had already mentioned several times how much he wanted to have children with her.

Yet, here she was, secretly taking birth control pills.

Madeline Monroe had no idea just how furious Quentin would be.

However, at this moment, an expression she had never seen before appeared on his face.

His gaze softened with an unmistakable, overwhelming heartache.

"Do you have any idea how much these pills mess with your body?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

He couldn't believe Madeline was carrying this kind of thing around with her.

Over the past few days, she had been entirely under his watchful eye. Everything she ate and used was arranged by him. This bottle, however...

He certainly hadn't given it to her, and she couldn't have conjured it out of thin air. Whether on the cruise ship or at the villa, outside deliveries were strictly prohibited.

Since she hadn't been in contact with anyone else, the most likely hiding spot for the pills was the hidden compartment of the handbag she carried daily.

Because the bottle was so small and the pocket so discreet, Quentin hadn't noticed it until now.

But now that he had, his anger was entirely eclipsed by a deep sense of sorrow.

The reason she constantly carried birth control was because Lucius Whitman had hurt her so badly.

No woman actually wanted to take these things.

His fingers gently gripped her chin.

"Did you take one? Spit it out, please."

Caught between an unusual surge of anger and conflict, he issued the command.

"I... I haven't taken it yet."

Madeline didn't know why, but as she looked at him, he seemed so shattered, almost pitiful.

She couldn't help but explain herself.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked for your permission first, Quentin. I want to work at the company, but I can't possibly get pregnant right after joining. People would question your judgment and doubt my capabilities."

She lowered her head.

That was exactly what she had been contemplating while sitting on the sofa moments ago.

Now just wasn't the right time for a pregnancy.

"Is that the reason you want to use birth control?" Quentin asked.

"Yeah." Madeline nodded her small head.

Quentin exhaled a long breath. Of course, he didn't want to fight with her.

He never wanted to fight with her.

Unless her words truly pierced his heart.

Quentin had poured every ounce of his affection into Madeline. He wanted her body, but more importantly, he wanted her heart.

"I'll wear protection," Quentin stated bluntly. "From now on, I'll use a condom."

Madeline pursed her lips, hesitating before asking, "What about this time?"

"This time?" Quentin knew exactly what she meant. The multiple times they had been together last night were all casually lumped into 'this time.'

He leaned in close, resting his forehead against hers, and murmured, "We'll leave it to fate. If you get pregnant, you'll be a good girl and have the baby. But don't worry, the company will still be yours. I will find a way to hand The Prescott Group over to you."

Madeline was shocked. His words meant she wasn't just a pawn to be used in a power struggle. He genuinely wanted to turn her into a true powerhouse.

He refused to let her stand beneath him.

He only wanted to elevate her until they stood as equals.

At the very top.

It deeply moved her. In the past, Lucius had only ever belittled her, making her feel utterly worthless and insecure, as if she didn't deserve him.

He had constantly made her feel inferior to Liliana Lansbury's supposedly noble background.

But Quentin was entirely different.

There was another reason she had wanted to take the pills: a lingering lack of security. Eleanor Prescott was still Quentin's grandmother. No matter how much they fought, they were bound by blood.

She was terrified that if she got pregnant, she would fall under Quentin's total control.

After all, Lucius had already chewed her up and spit her out once. Facing a man like Quentin—who was far more cunning and calculating than Lucius ever was—she didn't dare risk an easy pregnancy.

She was afraid that if she got pregnant, she'd end up having one baby after another, while all the inheritance and wealth remained firmly in Quentin's iron grip.