CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: HER METHODS ARE GETTING MORE SOPHISTICATED

And he’s my biological child!

"Cough cough" Melody Thorne choked on her own saliva,

No, she didn’t give birth to him; it was when she fell into a coma at eighteen, then someone took something from her body, and then Timmy came along.

But no matter what you say, Timmy is also her son.

"Look at you, so silly," Timmy picked up a grape and stuffed it into her mouth. "If you want to share with me, just say it; I don’t mind you being dirty."

Melody Thorne "..."

Her feelings were complicated.

Seeing her expression, Timmy became even more smug, his little face moved closer to her, "How about it? I’m better to you than my dad, right?"

How could Melody Thorne resist the boy god’s little eyes? She suddenly doubted how her genes were so good to produce Timmy, such a little boy god.

"Mmm, yes, you’re much better than your dad," Melody Thorne nodded with a conscience.

Timmy leaned against the back of the chair, looking at her seriously, "Then tonight, will you tell me three stories?"

"Pfft-" Melody Thorne nearly burst out laughing.

Timmy’s little face stiffened a bit, he just liked Melody Thorne accompanying him, he hated those women approaching his dad and then trying to get close to him.

Except for Melody Thorne.

"Do you agree or not?"

"Agree, agree!" Melody Thorne responded a few times.

"Madam, the young master wants you to come downstairs,"

The butler’s voice came from downstairs.

"Coming," Melody Thorne sighed, what’s he looking for her for?

She has spent her whole life planning how to shake him off, avoiding him at every turn, yet lately that man has been acting crazy and keeps looking for her.

"Timmy, wait for me here,"

"Okay."

Melody Thorne had just come downstairs when a cold aura suddenly surrounded her, as if entering a pond of centuries-old ice, making her heart shudder.

"What’s... going on?"

Wasn’t everything alright when she came back?

How did it suddenly become stormy?

Melody Thorne forced herself to endure the cold and the powerful pressure, slowly walking down the stairs, her clear eyes scanned the scene in the hall.

Servants stood on both sides of the hall, looking at her like they were watching a monkey.

Directly ahead was a face as cold as an ancient ice sculpture, sharp features, a luxurious black suit wrapping a lean and straight figure, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, ascetic-style gilded buttons fastened to the topmost one, long legs crossed, exuding a detached and aloof aura,

Makes you want to bow down in worship.

Melody Thorne was momentarily lost in thought; after all, this was the man she had tirelessly pursued in her past life, buried deep in her bones, not something easily removed completely!

Just as she returned to her senses, she inadvertently caught the man’s deep black eyes, terrifyingly dark like an endless abyss, making one shudder.

"Melody Thorne!" His thin lips uttered her name, with a cold and mocking tone in his indifferent voice.

With steady footsteps entering the room, Melody Thorne’s front was already shrouded by a heavy shadow!

The mocking tone entered her ears again, "Why don’t you keep pretending? Hmm? Have you pretended for too long, and now you feel it’s ineffective, can’t wait to return to your old ways? Or haven’t had enough of me, and now want to climb into my bed again?"

If earlier she hadn’t been fully awake, now she was completely woke!

Inside her, because of his words, a wild beast was crashing around chaotically.

And a spark was ready to erupt!