Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 438

Madeline gazed up at his breathtakingly handsome face.

Even before her memories had returned.

She had thought Quentin was impossibly gorgeous. If she had met him back in college, she would have been hopelessly bewitched.

Now that she had fully recovered their shared past, she realized he exceeded her every fantasy.

She loved him. Besides Quentin, there was truly no one else in her heart.

He was the only one who could command so much of her attention. She watched his every micro-expression, the slight curve of his brow, the quirk of his lips. She tracked his emotional shifts constantly—if she didn't love him, she wouldn't care this much.

The moment Quentin showed the slightest displeasure, Madeline immediately sought to clarify.

She just couldn't understand one thing.

Why did he doubt it?

Perhaps it was because they had gone through so many turbulent changes.

If her life hadn't been derailed.

If she had never left him, Madeline knew with absolute certainty that they would have been together this whole time.

There had been too much helpless tragedy between them.

But now, her feelings for Quentin weren't just love; they were laced with an intense, protective ache for him.

She answered, "Of course I love you."

Hearing this, Quentin was thrilled.

So thrilled that his eyes gleamed.

"Say it again!"

"I said, I love you, Quentin. Don't punish yourself for what happened in the past. It breaks my heart."

Madeline knew exactly what was going through his head.

That was why whenever he grew upset, she immediately pinpointed the root of his insecurity.

And offered him a sincere explanation.

Quentin nodded.

With his sharp mind and sensitivity, how could he not understand?

Madeline saw right through him, which was why she said exactly what he needed to hear.

She was always like this—gentle and endlessly understanding. But precisely because she read him so easily, he couldn't help but wonder if she was just placating him, feeding him the words he desperately craved.

If she didn't say it, he felt anxious and devastated.

When she did say it, he felt relieved, yet his paranoia and suspicion lingered.

Madeline cupped his face. He had perfectly proportioned features.

As she held his cheeks, he looked up at her with the pitiful, pleading eyes of a stray puppy.

His dilated pupils shone like stars.

"Please tell me you love me over and over again. Prove it to me. It's so hard for me to trust anyone else, but with you, I want to try."

Madeline cradled his face.

Seeing him beg for her love so vulnerably.