Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 521

The woman was impeccably dressed and perfectly made-up, looking every bit the stunning, high-society socialite. It was Penelope York.

Using the blanket as an excuse, Penelope stared hungrily at Quentin.

He lay there peacefully, his posture relaxed, his crisp white shirt flawlessly pristine.

Not a single wrinkle in sight.

His sharp profile looked as though it were carved from marble, his nose straight, his long lashes resting softly against his skin.

His eyelashes were thick and full.

Shadows pooled beautifully in the hollows of his eyes.

Even his jawline was absolutely immaculate.

He was easily the most handsome, commanding man she had ever laid eyes on.

Penelope's gaze drifted down from his face to the strong column of his neck, and she audibly swallowed.

A gorgeous man with an Adam's apple that looked like a sculpted work of art. It was intoxicating.

She desperately wanted to trace it with her fingers, to kiss it, but she didn't have the courage.

The last time she crossed him, he had slapped her so hard her ear rang for half a month. The lingering fear kept her in check.

Her eyes continued their descent, landing on his hands.

His fingers were long and elegant, the knuckles distinctly defined.

With faint blue veins tracing beneath his pale skin, his hands looked like flawless alabaster carvings.

She fantasized about what it would feel like to have those hands grip her waist, imagining the electric thrill of his touch.

Just the thought alone made her face burn and her heart race.

Penelope stood there, lost in her dirty fantasies.

But then a harsh reality crashed into her—the things she only dared to dream about, Madeline the bitch had gotten to experience every single day.

Even after divorcing her, Quentin was still willing to go to war with his shareholders just to defend her.