He kept squeezing his hand, crushing a little ant bit by bit, beyond his control.

"I told you he simply can’t control himself," the elder of the clan said as he extinguished the burning incense.

Disappointment was evident in Old Seymour’s eyes,

"Jared Quinn, Jared Quinn, wake up!" Melody Thorne gripped Jared Quinn’s big hand, trying to awaken him.

The man, sunk into slumber, immediately awoke when the hypnotic incense lost its effect, but his big hand almost instinctively gripped Melody Thorne’s neck, tightening forcefully.

"Jared, Jared Quinn" Melody Thorne clearly saw the undissipated killing intent in Jared Quinn’s eyes, even when facing her.

Upon hearing her voice, Jared Quinn’s black pupils suddenly regained clarity; the dark mist dispersed, reflecting the sight of him choking Melody Thorne’s neck. His pupils constricted sharply, and his big hand retreated.

"Jared Quinn, are you alright?" Melody Thorne panted heavily, looking at him with concern.

Jared Quinn wanted to pull her into his arms, but his hand stopped mid-air, his deep, dark eyes showing restraint and suppression.

"Now, do you see why I won’t let you be with my granddaughter?" Old Seymour sighed, "The marriage between Seymour Family and Quinn Family benefits both sides, I know that, but I can’t gamble with Melody’s life."

"Enough, what do you all want?" Melody Thorne stood up, "I want to be with him, that’s my freedom."

"Then you need to ask if he still wants to be with you now," Old Seymour averted his gaze, looking out the window. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Jared Quinn" Melody Thorne turned to the man now silent on the sofa, feeling anxious, "What did you see in that dream just now?"

This question made Jared Quinn’s aura turn chilling, as he stood up and walked out without a word.

"Jared Quinn" Melody Thorne wanted to go after him, but her arm was grabbed by Old Seymour.

"He might need some quiet now, you should return to your room."

"I don’t need you to manage me," Melody Thorne shook off Old Seymour’s hand and chased after Jared Quinn.

Old Seymour coughed several times, looking somewhat displeased, "I suppose she must hate the Seymour Family now."

"Sooner or later, she’ll understand that he isn’t right for her. Don’t worry, Old Master,"

"Sigh."

By the time Melody Thorne chased outside, Jared Quinn had already left in Harold Chapman’s car. Since she revealed the truth, he hadn’t spoken a word; who knows what the clan elder did to him.

Hotel room.

Harold Chapman had been waiting in the room, waiting for Jared Quinn’s order to return, taking the lady and young master back. But now, midway, everything halted without any result.

"What happened, Jared?" Harold Chapman asked, curious.

This silence doesn’t belong to Jared Quinn.

"Jared Quinn, open the door, Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne was pounding on the hotel room door outside.

Harold Chapman stood up, ready to open the door, but the man on the sofa suddenly spoke up, "Don’t open the door."

Harold Chapman "...Jared, but that’s the young madam outside, are you sure you don’t want to open?"

"Tell her to leave," Jared Quinn’s clenched hands showed hints of bubbling veins, making his current suppression evident.

"Alright, I’ll go have a look," Harold Chapman stood up, looked at Melody Thorne expressionlessly, and deliberately spoke without a bit of courtesy, "Jared says he doesn’t want to see you anymore, so leave immediately."