Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 373

Quentin Prescott pulled Madeline Monroe into the car.

Madeline's mind was weighed down by her secrets, making her distracted. Even during their kiss, she was miles away, which completely infuriated Quentin.

Quentin called his bodyguards and ordered them to stand down for now.

He then drove the car to an empty suburban highway. After parking, he unbuckled his own seatbelt before leaning over to unbuckle hers.

"You know exactly what happens when you make me mad, don't you?"

Madeline suddenly heard his deep, resonant voice.

She had a feeling.

Quentin had told her before that she used to anger him too often in the past.

That was why he would claim her over and over again in that particular way.

He had even asked her if she dared to upset him again.

Madeline looked at him nervously. "Quentin..."

Before she could finish, Quentin hauled her into his arms.

He held her forcefully against his chest.

Madeline sat face-to-face on his lap, looking at him with her heart racing.

Still, she feigned composure and asked, "What's wrong, Quentin? Are you in a bad mood?"

Quentin's chiseled, handsome face was taut, his jawline sharp and unyielding.

He narrowed his eyes, his voice low and dangerous. "Madeline, are you hiding something from me?"

Madeline lowered her gaze. "Since you already know, why bother asking?"

If he hadn't seen her with Lucius Whitman, Quentin wouldn't be treating her like this.

Quentin gripped her chin tightly, his thumb roughly rubbing against her lips. "Have I ever been bad to you? Hmm?"

Madeline felt the brunt of his fury. Her face was tilted up by his forceful grip, and it felt as though her jaw was about to shatter.

She fought back the tears brought on by the sting, her tone soft yet calm. "You've been very good to me."

Quentin growled coldly, "Then why did you sneak out to see Lucius? Why? Hmm? Tell me why!"

On that final "why," he ground his teeth, roaring the word like a beast.

The sheer volume of his shout made Madeline's heart tremble.

Yet she forced herself to stay rational. "I didn't sneak out to see him. I just ran into him by accident. I had no idea..."

Quentin released her face.

Instead, his hands clamped down on her slender waist. "Was it an accident, or was it intentional? You intentionally blew through three red lights to shake off my bodyguards. Don't think I didn't notice!"