Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 481

Madeline had been feeling slightly under the weather recently, so they hadn't been intimate in quite some time.

It was definitely testing Quentin's patience.

She seemed to have caught a chill ever since their last trip to Empire City. She didn't have any major symptoms, just severe lethargy.

Respecting her boundaries, Quentin had let her rest.

But as a man in his prime, he had practically been insatiable before.

Despite the drought, he hadn't complained, staying by her side day and night like a shadow.

But with everything crashing down on them over the last few days, he wanted to indulge in their passion, knowing it would help both of them release the emotional blockade they were facing.

He murmured reassurances as he pulled her closer.

Even though she didn't say a word, he could feel that she was entirely willing.

Quentin surrendered to his instincts, though he deliberately kept himself reined in to ensure she was comfortable.

He was unbelievably gentle.

He savored the intimacy for over an hour.

Afterward, he cleaned her up and immediately crashed.

Madeline could tell he had found his release and was deeply satisfied, especially by the way he smiled when he carried her to the shower.

He hadn't brought up her lack of focus again; instead, he seemed incredibly happy and content.

He had burned through all his remaining energy. With the chaos of the night, he had barely slept a wink.

Between coaxing her back to sleep, watching her suffer through a nightmare, taking Tristan's call, and their ensuing passion, Quentin was completely wiped out. He lay in the center of the bed, dead to the world.

Madeline switched on the dimmest setting of the bedside lamp, watching him for a while.

In his sleep-haze, he seemed to sense her staring, reaching out to pull her against his chest as he mumbled, "Wife, I love you so much..."

Tucked against his chest, she tipped her head up, gazing at his sleeping face.

He was stunning even when unconscious. She had fantasized about it countless times—if they had a baby, and it looked like him, it would be absolutely gorgeous. He had long eyelashes and a perfectly sculpted nose.

If it was a boy, he would be incredibly handsome. If it was a girl, she would be undeniably adorable.

Having a child with him would be absolute bliss.

She truly had fantasized about it more times than she could count.

But right now, her heart was a tangled mess.

She wanted to believe him, but could she really survive this agonizing month of waiting?