CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: IF I DON’T LOVE YOU, WHO DO I LOVE?

Melody Thorne was already lying on the sofa, feeling utterly drained.

"Grandpa, I’m done." Melody had realized the ultimate stage of suffering.

"Nothing left to say?" The man standing beside her grabbed her arm and pulled her up, looking at her with dark, intense eyes.

"I told you, but you didn’t believe it." Melody spoke helplessly, finding it difficult to shake off this man. "I said it yesterday, I don’t like you, I don’t like you anymore.

It’s you who didn’t believe it, always thinking I liked you, but it really has nothing to do with me; it’s all in your head."

With each of her words, the temperature in the hall dropped another degree, continuing to plummet.

All in his head? Jared Quinn’s perfectly handsome features filled with a storm just as Melody thought he would leave in anger.

The man’s sculpted, handsome face suddenly leaned in close. "Don’t like me, then who do you like?"

His low, rich voice, like a mature, tantalizing wine, seeped into her pores, finally converging at her heart.

Thump thump, it beat fiercely twice.

Melody looked at the deep, handsome face of the man and gradually became somewhat lost.

Indeed, if she didn’t like him, who would she like?

In her past life, she had been running after him since childhood, for more than ten years, always loving him alone, but the outcome was tragic beyond words; disfigured, humiliated, drowned herself.

Yet the man she had chased after never glanced at her once.

In this life, she was reborn, trying hard to sever ties with this man, and she hadn’t even had the chance to fall in love with someone else!

So, truly, other than him, there was no one else she liked.

But in this life, that kind of pain had formed a solid scar in her heart, and this man could never be the one she liked again!

The girl’s originally clear eyes turned colder little by little, eventually becoming even colder than his.

"Speak," Jared, who seemingly despised her most, now wanted to probe the source of the coldness in her eyes.

Melody snapped back, her eyes darting, quickly rummaging through the male icons in her mind, but there were none.

It seemed she only ever ran after Jared, without having the chance to know other men.

As she was troubled, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure in her peripheral vision, walking down with graceful steps, strikingly handsome and charming...

Her eyes lit up, and she swiftly spoke, her sweet, soft voice ringing clear.

"Timmy, I love Timmy!"

With a "crash," it was as if a giant mirror shattered across the entire hall.

Timmy, suddenly named in a confession, had a blush swiftly spread across his delicate face to his ears, standing stiffly in place, face flushed, even having difficulty speaking. "You love me, fine, but keep it down."

Despite his words, Timmy’s lips couldn’t help but turn up higher and higher.

The servants widened their eyes, not only was it rare to see a smile from Master Quinn, but even the young master too, and now they were so happy just because of Melody’s words?

"Young Master Timmy, no one can match the corner-stealing you did this time," the butler almost gave a thumbs up.

Timmy lifted his face proudly. "That’s right."

Then he looked concerned, "Dad, let her go, you’re going to hurt her."

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