Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 354

But she had clearly overthought it.

If Quentin didn't want to give her anything, he could have easily thrown her overboard into the open sea by now.

Crushing her would have been as effortless for him as snapping his fingers.

Yet, he had gone to great lengths to present her to the world as his official partner, even defying a major corporate marriage alliance in the process.

He wanted to give her everything, perhaps even more than she could ever imagine.

The lingering shadows in her heart finally cleared.

"Thank you, darling. By the way, there's a good friend of mine I'd love to invite over to hang out. Would that be alright?"

Quentin's eyes crinkled in amusement. "You are the lady of the house. You decide."

Seeing how easily she had been coaxed out of her worries and no longer insisted on taking the pills, his mood lifted immensely.

He realized she was just like she used to be when they were kids—so easy to comfort.

Just like last night; even though he had been intensely demanding, he had still managed to soothe her afterward.

Quentin couldn't help but marvel at her. Madeline was perfect in every way. Her temper was flawlessly sweet, she was unbelievably docile, absolutely breathtaking to look at, and her figure was out of this world.

If only she could truly fall in love with him, everything would be absolutely perfect.

As he was lost in thought, Madeline tilted her head up and nuzzled affectionately against him.

"Quentin, come out and play with me for a bit." She wanted to familiarize herself with her new home, considering she hadn't even stepped outside the villa yet.

That way, when she invited Tessa Thatcher over, she could properly play the role of hostess and show her around the massive garden estate.

Quentin nodded, forcing Sebastian St. John and his executive assistant to postpone an international video conference. He was determined to spend quality time with Madeline.

The sunlight was brilliant. However, as they approached the tennis courts, Madeline immediately felt a twinge of regret. Right there on the court was the athletic figure of Penelope York.

Penelope was dressed scantily in a midriff-baring sports outfit, glistening with a light sweat as she rallied back and forth with Tristan York.

Spotting them, Tristan lowered his racket and walked over, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"Quentin, Uncle Sebastian and Simon both said you were swamped this morning. Busy taking your wife for a stroll, I see?"

Quentin smiled effortlessly. "There's no rush. You should stay a few more days. We can take our time discussing business."

Tristan narrowed his eyes. This cunning fox was clearly playing psychological games to drive up the price. But Tristan didn't call him out on it. Instead, he smiled and offered a spare racket. "Care to play a few rounds?"

"Sure," Quentin replied.

Penelope sauntered over, wiping the sweat from her brow. Upon hearing that Quentin was going to play, she was secretly ecstatic. She was determined to use her charm to conquer him.

He was tall, strikingly handsome, possessed a ruthless edge in business, and exuded absolute power.

She had fallen for him instantly.

Quentin was nothing like the trust-fund playboys she usually dealt with.

Those men were either useless party boys who were polished on the outside but empty on the inside, or they were highly capable but completely average-looking.

Quentin was tall, gorgeous, incredibly wealthy, highly competent, and free of messy tabloid scandals. He didn't waste his time womanizing. He was a truly rare catch.

His mild rejection only fueled Penelope's competitive spirit. She had already told Tristan as much.

She had no intention of giving up on a man of his caliber.

Tristan was actually against the idea. He felt the York family didn't need to shamelessly throw themselves at a man who was already taken. Plus, Quentin was about to get married, making her interference morally wrong.

But Penelope didn't see it that way. She had never been bound by conventional morality, viewing it merely as a tool used to chain the weak.

To her, rules were made by the strong to control everyone else.

As a powerful woman, she saw no need to adhere to those concepts. Besides, all the good men were usually claimed by the first woman who found them. If you wanted the best, you had to snatch it away.

An incredibly gorgeous, billionaire titan like him? She was absolutely going to make him hers.