"I'll keep an eye on Titus Quinn," Leon Rivers said, draping his jacket over his shoulder. "I think Jared staying with Melody nonstop for these three days is the best."
"Of course," Jared pulled out a cigarette but didn't smoke it, pinching it between his fingers. "We've got to stick it out with the situation outside first!"
"Okay."
"Melody~" Timmy was woken up by the earlier noise and instinctively reached to scratch the sofa against his forehead. It hurt and was really uncomfortable.
"Sweetheart, don't scratch," Melody Thorne quickly held his hand down. "It'll be a hassle if it breaks open, it'll heal in a couple of days."
Timmy frowned; he had three or four stitches on his head, which felt particularly uncomfortable, like small ants biting inside.
"Come, let's eat first," Jared opened the meal sent by the butler, seven dishes and one soup, basically everything Melody Thorne and Timmy liked to eat.
