That kid still doesn’t know if he can behave and stay at the Quinn Villa, with all those sneaky ideas, the butler might not be able to keep an eye on him.

"Did he cry?" Melody Thorne bit her lip, "Did he cry really badly?"

"No."

"Really?" Melody Thorne didn’t believe it; in her eyes, Timmy was just a little pitiful.

"No," Jared Quinn’s son wouldn’t cry.

He might disappear for a while, but he wouldn’t cry!

"But..."

"Concentrate, I’ll tell you later," Jared Quinn said as he slowly entered, holding her tightly, fearing he might hurt her with a slight distraction.

Melody Thorne couldn’t stop herself from making sounds, afraid people outside would hear and even more afraid someone from the Seymour family might suddenly come.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and hugged Jared Quinn tightly, "No marks, to the bathroom."

Jared Quinn looked deeply into her eyes, tore off the last piece of fabric on her, and took her into the bathroom...

For a long, long time...

When they came out, Melody Thorne didn’t dare linger and wanted to get dressed quickly and let Jared Quinn leave. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She could see Mr. Seymour’s intentions; Jared Quinn absolutely couldn’t stay here. If they were found out, it would be a big problem.

"No rush, rest a little," Jared Quinn’s arm draped across her chest.

For the past two days, he couldn’t sleep without holding her and had been awake, staring for two days.

"Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne pressed her body against his chest, looked up at his stubbly chin and the dark circles under his eyes, feeling a bit heartbroken, "How did you get in?"

Why didn’t she notice?

There were only two servants and her here, and Mr. Seymour was just here as well. How did he get in?

Jared Quinn kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, "Just remember to stay here and don’t be afraid of anything. I’ve got this."

"So, can you always show up when I want to see you?" Melody Thorne’s eyes were a bit dim; she didn’t want to be apart from Jared Quinn for even a moment.

Perhaps noticing Melody Thorne’s resentful tone, Jared Quinn chuckled and explained, "We have people here. I’ll have them contact you. If you want to find me, just tell them."

Currently, there are a lot of things to sort out in Crestfall.

He must figure out why the Seymour family disdain joining forces with his Quinn family.

As far as he knew, the Quinn Corporation had decent business relations with the Seymour family in the past, and there was no grudge between the two families, so Mr. Seymour’s reaction was a bit strange.

"Oh, okay," Melody Thorne turned over and lay on top of Jared Quinn.

The man, originally drowsy, was now wide awake, his sharp eyes open, "One more time."

"One more time, my foot, go to sleep," Melody Thorne’s small hand covered his eyes, "I just suddenly think it feels really comfortable to sleep like this."

"Then just stay like this," Jared Quinn’s big hand slid up her waist.

Melody Thorne was a bit sleepy too; she didn’t dare tell Jared Quinn about Mr. Seymour wanting her to marry Hans Montrose, at least not now. They both needed to be calm, to face what was coming calmly.

They both fell asleep, feeling especially comfortable.

"Bang!" A loud noise of the door being forcefully kicked open came from outside the bedroom, extremely jarring, waking up Melody Thorne immediately.

Jared Quinn’s big hand covered her ears, his gaze sweeping toward the door, but there was a thick door, and nothing could be seen.

"Don’t look outside," Melody Thorne covered his eyes.