Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 391

Truthfully, she still felt unwell. Not only was her stomach unsettled, but she also felt a heavy, uncomfortable aching in her lower abdomen.

Quentin gently pinched Madeline's chin. Her normally radiant complexion looked wilted today, as if bitten by frost.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, murmuring softly, "Stop overthinking. Go to sleep."

Quentin moved her to the center of the bed.

She slept for a while.

Madeline sat up, tracing the edge of the bed as she crawled toward him.

Halfway there, a strong arm caught her waist, pulling her flush against his solid, muscular chest.

Quentin buried his face in the crook of Madeline's neck, inhaling her natural scent.

His voice was muffled as he asked, "Are you up for it?"

"I'm feeling much better," Madeline said. "Honey, you look upset."

Quentin didn't answer. He just unbuckled his belt and shrugged off his shirt.

Usually, when Madeline felt like this, he never pushed for anything.

But today, he really wanted her.

Seeing her initiate the contact made him feel a little better.

He pulled her into the center of the bed with him.

To avoid crushing her, he supported his weight on his arms.

Her delicate, beautiful hands rested on his back, her fingers gripping him tight.

She quickly matched his pace.

Stirring the waters of passion.

A long time passed... before he finally slowed down, though he didn't pull away.

Quentin kissed Madeline's sweet lips and asked her a question.

"What were you whispering to Lucius?"