Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Watching the scene unfold, I couldn't help but stare at York in amazement. When he turned to meet my gaze, his narrow, fox-like eyes glimmered with amusement.
I froze, thinking back to his odd behavior earlier. Something about him felt off, like he was up to something.
I was startled out of my thoughts by a firm grip on my waist. Looking up, I met Quinn's stormy expression.
His dark eyes locked onto mine as he asked coldly, "How long have you been cozying up to York?" Before I could respond, he tightened his grip and pulled me along, leading us out of the gala.
"Natalia," he sneered as we walked, his voice dripping with anger. "You really have no shame, do you? Isn't one man enough? First Aiden, and now you're flirting with York right in front of me?"
Infuriated, I snapped back, "Who I flirt with is none of your business! Don't forget—we're done!"
Quinn's face darkened even further, his tone dangerously low. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Natalia." Without another word, he scooped me up into his arms and tossed me into the back seat of his Bentley.
I assumed he would get in the driver's seat, but to my surprise, he climbed in after me and slammed the door shut. We were now sitting face-to-face in the confined space.
Before I could move, he pushed me down onto the seat, his broad frame hovering over me and making escape impossible.
"What the hell are you doing, Quinn?" I panicked, glancing at the nearby windows. The gala wasn't over, and there were plenty of people outside. Surely, he wasn't planning to—
"What do you think I'm doing?" His dark eyes narrowed, and he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "Don't forget why I brought you here tonight. If you can't act like my wife properly, I'll find another way to convince everyone."
I could just imagine the headline for tomorrow's newspapers: [Madden Power Couple Caught in Car Sex at Charity Event].
Quinn was unpredictable, and I had no doubt he meant what he said.
"I know how important tonight is," I said quickly, trying to calm him down. "And for the record, I've only met York twice!"
"Twice," he scoffed, his voice icy. "And somehow, that's enough for him to touch your head and defend you against Skylar? Do you really think I'm that stupid?"
I shivered under his gaze, finally piecing it together. York had done it all on purpose—to provoke Quinn.
Realization dawned on me, and I blurted out, "York must be trying to stir things up between us!"
Quinn's eyes darkened. "Stir things up between us? What exactly do we have to stir?"
How could he not figure this out?
Frustrated, I replied, "Our marriage! He's trying to make us fight."
Quinn stared at me for a long moment before finally releasing me with a deep sigh.
"Drive us home," he muttered, straightening his clothes as if nothing had happened.
Relieved, I climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. By the time we reached the mansion, the rain had intensified, pounding against the windows in rhythmic sheets.
As I pulled into the driveway, a figure suddenly darted in front of the car, forcing me to slam on the brakes.
Stepping into the headlights was Diana, soaked to the bone in a thin dress. Her hair clung to her face as she stood frozen, staring directly at us.
Quinn flung the door open and rushed toward her.
I hesitated before following, grabbing an umbrella on the way. By the time I reached them, Diana was clinging to Quinn, her voice barely audible as she sobbed, "Quinn, I'm sorry! I'll never do it again. Please don't send me away. I can't live without you—I'd rather die."
Before she could finish, she collapsed into his arms.