Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 517

Madeline's chewing halted for a fraction of a second.

The pause was incredibly brief, almost imperceptible, but Quentin caught it—her eyelashes fluttered.

Her grip on the fork tightened slightly before she casually resumed chewing her toast.

Her expression remained totally serene, as if he had just asked her the most mundane question in the world.

"My screen?" She tilted her head, feigning confusion.

"The thunder woke me up last night, so I started scrolling on my phone. Then you came in. I can't even remember what app I left open. What did you see?"

Quentin's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before a faint smirk played on his lips. It was half-amusement, half-interrogation. "I saw you reading up on... pregnancy."

Madeline blinked.

Then, she laughed.

It wasn't the panicked laugh of someone caught in a lie. It was a genuine, relaxed chuckle that conveyed sheer exasperation.

Swallowing the toast, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and leaned back in her chair to look at him.

She picked up her glass of milk, her eyes gleaming with playful mockery over the rim. "And that convinced you I was carrying a child?"

Quentin didn't confirm or deny it. He just waited for her to elaborate.

Setting down the glass, Madeline allowed her tone to turn a bit more serious, though a residual smile remained.

She sighed, her finger absently tracing the rim of the glass, her voice softening.