CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 151: HANDS OFF

"I’ll go have someone order food," Simon Sutton spoke up.

"Go ahead." Jared Quinn got up and walked into the bedroom at the back,

Inside, Melody Thorne heard footsteps and immediately lay down beside Timmy, pretending to be asleep as the bedroom door opened.

Inside, the peaceful image of the big one and the little one sleeping soundly filled his heart unknowingly, as if it was the missing piece in his life.

Timmy has a mom, and he has a wife.

Jared Quinn unconsciously softened his steps, sitting on the edge of the large bed, looking at the small, sleeping face. This woman once infuriated him to the point of explosion, but in quiet moments, he found her adorable.

The adorable yet fierce type.

He lowered his head to kiss her; it had been days since the last time, so he was tense when he saw her.

Wanting to be intimate with one’s wife is only natural.

Suddenly, as Jared Quinn leaned down, Melody Thorne opened her mouth and bit down on his neck fiercely. Her angry eyes blazed with fire, clearly saying, "Don’t touch me."

Given Jared Quinn’s usual temperament, he wouldn’t easily let her off, but for some reason, he wanted to see her submit, submit beneath his feet. Isn’t her willing submission more perfect compared to his force?

Thinking this, Jared Quinn picked her up and carried her out of the bedroom, placing her on his desk, his thumb touching her red lips, "Is kissing me not good?"

Melody Thorne’s foot pressed against his leg, "Not good."

The woman in front spoke expressionlessly, decisively, yet Jared Quinn felt stabbed, truly felt a needle prick at his heart.

"I’m not helping The Adler Family," his large hand supported his chin, his deep phoenix eyes exploring her,

"So what?" Melody Thorne raised an eyebrow indifferently. She didn’t think a cunning, unscrupulous businessman would be so kind,

Jared Quinn found her constantly wary of falling into his trap amusing, grasping her foot, still somewhat cold, with a soft feel, her skin too tender.

Melody Thorne instinctively tried to pull back, for she felt a burning sensation in the arch of her foot clutched by him.

"So, how about a serious kiss?" he spoke mischievously, a bit ascetic yet casually seductive,

Melody Thorne instinctively recalled the experience of kissing him before, each kiss lasting five or six minutes, suffocating yet passionate, but the condition was indeed tempting.

Just one kiss, and she could see The Adler Family fall like the Thorne Family did back then, a tragic scene.

"Alright, it’s just a kiss, after all, might as well treat it as practice for acting and kissing skills. In the future, kissing in acting will surely be commonplace," she spoke indifferently,

Jared Quinn’s face darkened; damn it, whenever he was gentle with her, she would irritate him to the point of fury each time, as if he was seeking abuse, putting up with her repeatedly.

"Take your hand off," Melody Thorne withdrew her foot; she already felt his increasingly warm palm,

Jared Quinn was used to her tone and didn’t let go, instead gripping tighter, severely doubting whether the woman before him had a cold personality and if he should consult a doctor.

"Ahem," Simon Sutton had no idea how many times he cleared his throat today, quickly placing the dishes on the table before slipping out.