Jared Quinn's finger gently grazed her little nose, then turned away. Sandra Lane automatically stepped back two paces, watching the car drive off, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust.
"She... she actually called Jared Quinn her husband?" The woman's face behind them was beyond what any amount of foundation could conceal, utterly distraught.
"Why is it the moment you step out, someone causes trouble for you? Hmm?" Jared Quinn turned his head to look at the petite woman lying on the seat beside him.
"What can I do? A beautiful face and a good temper still attract enemies, right?"
Jared Quinn "..." Her confidence surely knows no bounds.
In the living room of Melody Thorne's room at the Seymour Family's estate, a lunatic was laughing heartily, and this lunatic wasn't so bad-looking either.
"What's up with your Uncle Leon?" Melody Thorne handed the food she bought to Timmy.
"He's always been this crazy," Timmy retorted.
