Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 405

When the car parked steadily in the hospital garage, Madeline looked down to unbuckle her seatbelt.

Quentin was already out of the car. He pulled her door open, resting one hand against the top frame to ensure she wouldn't bump her head.

"Nervous?" he asked.

Madeline looked up at him.

Quentin was wearing a sleek, dark cashmere sweater that perfectly highlighted his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

His expression was calm, no different from usual, but Madeline noticed the hand gripping the car keys. His knuckles were slightly white—he was gripping them tight.

He was the one who was nervous.

That realization surprisingly eased some of the tension in Madeline's chest.

She placed her hand into his outstretched palm, playfully scratching the center of it.

Using her usual leisurely tone, she said, "What's there to be nervous about? It's just a blood draw."

Quentin glanced down at her, choosing not to expose her bluff.

He knew perfectly well that she had tossed and turned until two in the morning.

He had been awake for every single time she shifted, but he hadn't made a sound, afraid he would only make her more anxious.

Quentin had arranged the hospital visit in advance. They took the VIP channel, bypassing the need to wait in line.

The elevator went straight to the testing department on the sixth floor. The faint, clinical scent of antiseptic hung in the corridor.

Madeline sat in the swivel chair in front of the blood-draw station. She slipped off her jacket, handed it to Quentin, and rolled up her sleeve to reveal the pale crook of her arm.

The nurse, a round-faced woman in her forties, was sharp and efficient.