Jared Quinn probably didn't expect her to say that, a trace of stiffness flashed across his handsome face, and his body heated up a bit as his long fingers touched her buttons to take off her coat.
"Jared Quinn, did you make some deal with Flora Knight, is that why you're having coffee with her today?" Melody Thorne's head leaned against Jared Quinn's chest.
"Mm," Jared Quinn responded with a sound.
"Does it have something to do with me?" Melody Thorne closed her eyes. "Or did you find something out? Am I in danger?"
Jared Quinn's hand stopped unbuttoning her clothes, lifted her chin, and pressed a kiss on her red lips, "Yes."
"Fool, won't you tell me? If you do, I won't make a fuss," Melody Thorne protested.
Jared Quinn carried her into the bedroom without continuing the topic, kissing her repeatedly, pinning her down.
Flora Knight couldn't even touch the hem of his coat, and the antidote would definitely be in his hands.
Morning.
