Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 205: Chapter 205

His deep eyes were like whirlpools, and I was completely drawn in. My heart thudded in my chest, like something was pulling at it, each beat louder than the last.
I thought back to that moment in the resort hotel, when I asked him that question in a moment of confused emotion—"Quinn, do you love me?"
I stared at him without blinking. After a long while, I finally gave a slight nod.
Even if I thought it was a stupid question, I still wanted to know if he loved me. Or had he ever loved me at all?
Quinn looked at me with a solemn expression and said in a low voice, "I admit, our first marriage was forced upon me. Back then, all I could feel was your family's coercion and shamelessness. That's why I resented you. But you were always good to me. I wasn't heartless. I saw everything you did for me. After our divorce, every time I came home to that empty house, I couldn't help but think of you.
"Natalia, you, me, and Benedict—we're a family. Now that we're remarried, I don't want our family to ever be torn apart again."
Quinn didn't directly answer my question, but everything he said felt sincere. Still, my emotions were a chaotic mess.
I was surprised that Quinn had come to rely on me so deeply. But I was also heartbroken that what he felt for me might only be a kind of familial dependence.
I pressed my lips together, my chest tightening painfully. I tried to force a smile, but I couldn't.
Just then, the housekeeper spotted Quinn's car and hurried out to greet us.
As Quinn unlocked the car, the housekeeper stepped forward and reported, "Mr. and Mrs. Madden, there's a guest inside."
"Who is it?" Quinn asked.
The housekeeper answered respectfully, "Miss Terell."
I froze. The name "Clarissa" immediately popped into my head.
Quinn was just as surprised. After hearing the housekeeper's answer, he didn't even bother to lock the car before hurrying inside.
I stared at his retreating figure in a daze for a moment, then followed him in.
In the living room, I finally laid eyes on the legendary woman Quinn could never forget.
The heater was on. She wore a black-and-white floral long-sleeve dress, sitting on the couch, leaning forward as she played with Benedict. Her waist-length hair fell loosely, but it couldn't hide the delicate beauty of her profile.
"Clarissa, what brings you here?" Quinn asked. Seeing how lightly dressed she was, Quinn frowned and told the housekeeper to turn up the heat. Then he added, "You're not in good health. Don't catch a chill."
His reaction made my heart clench.
And when he called out, "Clarissa," it felt as if the word stabbed me mercilessly.
Clarissa looked up at Quinn with a gentle smile. "I'm not cold. Benedict and I have been having so much fun playing games. I feel all warm."
I stood behind them, watching the scene. It looked like they were the real family of three, and I was just an outsider.
Benedict seemed utterly smitten with Clarissa. His little cheeks flushed pink with joy as he laughed by her side.
I stared blankly at Clarissa—she was even more beautiful than in the photos. Her deep dimples were captivating when she smiled.
No wonder York once said that although she and Diana were twins, they were completely different types.
Compared to Clarissa, Diana paled in both grace and demeanor.
I thought to myself, 'Anyone who knows these sisters would never mistake one for the other.'
"Quinn, this must be your wife." Clarissa spotted me, her warm smile unwavering as she greeted me. "Hi, I'm Clarissa, a friend of Quinn's. It's nice to meet you."
I pressed my lips together and nodded faintly. "Hi, I'm Natalie."