Jared Quinn was seething with rage; as a man with pride, how could he possibly endure being impotent in this aspect? It would be better to remain forever unconscious!
"Don't be angry yet. The downside won't persist; if it would, I wouldn't have used it on you. Once the nerves in your body, including those in your brain, have stabilized, you'll recover. So during this period, you must control your emotions—the easier you get angry, the longer it'll take."
Jared Quinn released Elias Hale, pushing him toward the nearby sofa, the veins on his arm faintly visible: "How long?"
"This... I can't say for sure. The only thing I can assure you is that you'll definitely recover, so don't worry about that!"
Jared Quinn's tall figure turned somewhat dejectedly toward the window. A year? How would he hide this from Melody Thorne for a year, or should he tell her directly that he can't do it now?
And then not touch her for a year?
Moreover, their wedding day is just around the corner!
