Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 207: Chapter 207

I was spacing out when a sudden noise startled me, and before I knew it, my arms were wrapped tightly around my chest.
Through the steamy haze, I saw it was Quinn.
I froze. Did Clarissa leave that quickly?
"I'm taking a shower. Could you please leave?" I said to Quinn, feeling uncomfortable standing there facing him.
Hearing this, Quinn raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on me with undisguised interest. With a roguish grin, he said, "I'm all sweated up too. Let's share the shower."
No sooner had he spoken than he began stripping off his clothes.
I was frozen in shock. Quinn, without a moment's hesitation, stripped off his clothes in one swift motion and stepped into the tub, his long legs crossing over the edge with practiced ease.
The master bedroom's bathtub was double-sized, easily accommodating both Quinn and me with room to spare.
However, being this exposed with him still made me feel uneasy.
"I'm done. Your turn." I sprang up and quickly snatched the towel from the hook.
Quinn suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked hard, sending me—towel and all—plunging into the water with him.
At that moment, my entire body was sprawled across Quinn, his handsome face just inches from mine. He was so close, I could literally count every one of his long eyelashes.
Quinn's dark eyes grew hazy with desire as he leaned in, lips curling into a teasing smile. "Are you still jealous?" he murmured.
"What?" My body stiffened as I tried to push myself up from the tub.
Quinn wouldn't let me escape. His arms locked around me in an iron grip, pinning me helplessly against his chest.
I tried to protest, "Quinn, let me go..."
Before I could finish, his lips were already on mine, cutting me off. In the next instant, I was swept up in a fierce, consuming kiss that left me breathless in his arms.
When Quinn finally released me, I was completely drained, my body limp as a rag doll in the tub. Too exhausted to resist, I let him towel me dry before he scooped me up and carried me to bed.
I was too drained to even speak, utterly consumed by sleepiness.
Lying in Quinn's arms with my eyes closed, I faintly heard him murmur, "It was my fault for not introducing you to Clarissa earlier. I'm sorry. Clarissa and I have known each other for years—we're close confidants, nothing more."
I never thought I'd live to see the day Quinn actually apologized.
He said Clarissa was just his "close confidant." Honestly, I found that utterly laughable. If he didn't love me, and he didn't love her either, then who the hell did he actually love?
His soft breathing whispered by my ear, and a dull ache tightened in my chest.
Half-conscious, I opened my eyes and murmured drowsily, "Quinn... without Benedict... Would you still want to remarry me?"
After a moment's silence, he pulled me even tighter, his voice rough with emotion as he murmured, "Natalia, if I were to spend my life with anyone, you'd be my only choice."
I was utterly stunned by Quinn's unexpected answer.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes again and soon drifted off to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up, Quinn had already left for work.
As I came downstairs for breakfast, the TV in the living room was tuned to the morning financial news.
After news broke of Ben's arrest, Maple Media's stock price plummeted, and scandalous stories about the Smith family went viral online.
The screen showed a swarm of reporters crowding around the Smith family mansion, all scrambling for a sensational scoop.
Benedict stared at the house on the screen and exclaimed excitedly, "Mommy, that's Grandma's house!"
Though he couldn't understand the news report, he immediately recognized the Smith family mansion on the screen.