Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 516

He simply couldn't bring himself to wake her.

She had endured too much today—the Whitman Board of Directors meeting, the media storm, and then he had stuffed her with food. It had taken a miracle for her to fall asleep through the thunderstorm.

Regardless of what that webpage meant, regardless of whether she was carrying his child, what she needed most right now was rest.

The interrogation could wait until she woke up.

Taking a deep breath, Quentin forcibly shoved down the overwhelming emotions threatening to burst from his chest.

He reached for her phone, his thumb hovering over the screen for half a second before he pressed the lock button.

The screen went black, swallowing the words about first-trimester nutrition into the dark.

Only the amber glow of the bedside lamp remained in the room.

He set the phone back on the nightstand, settled into the pillows, and pulled Madeline tighter against him.

Tomorrow.

He would demand the truth tomorrow.

The next morning, Madeline was roused by the mouthwatering aroma of caramelized sugar and melted butter.

Opening her eyes, she found the other side of the bed empty. Quentin's pillow was fluffed and perfectly arranged beside her, the blankets tucked neatly around her shoulders.

The storm had cleared. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, painting a bright stripe across the hardwood floor.

She reached out to touch his side of the mattress. It was still warm—he must have just gotten up.

Rolling over, she instinctively reached for her phone.

The screen was dark. Pressing the button, she saw it still had over eighty percent battery.