Melody Thorne leaned against the car window, watching the reporters outside the wall. "Are they all here to see me?"
"Yes," Jared Quinn gently stroked the girl's hair.
Her memory had reverted to a few years ago, and even her gaze seemed unchanged, evoking pity in those who looked at her.
The car stopped, and Jared walked upstairs without saying a word. Melody Thorne's heart pounded, and she watched Jared defensively, "What are you going to do?"
The back of her ears had turned red, overwhelmed with shyness. Her gaze both angered Jared and ignited a fire within him, unstoppable!
On the spacious European-style bed, Melody Thorne watched helplessly as the terrifying man in front of her unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his strong clavicle.
Her face turned red.
She kept retreating to the center of the bed.
A broad palm touched her ankle and effortlessly pulled her underneath, bending down to kiss the small lips he hadn't touched for so long. His large hand lifted her top.
