"Drive," Jared instructed the driver.
"Yes, sir."
As the car started moving, Melody Thorne thought this matter had passed, but she didn't expect Jared's large hand to restlessly wander over her body.
The shameful feeling of being firmly held down made her want to escape, desperately so, especially with the driver present. She could only bite her lower lip tightly to keep herself from making a sound.
However, Jared's hand became more and more audacious, as if punishing her.
That kind of punishment where he was the strong and she the weak, a feeling she despised the most,
One day, she would become the strong one, and he the weak.
Then she would do to him things she did not wish to.
By the time the car stopped, Melody Thorne was drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed as if she were a flower that had just shed dew, waiting for affection, incredibly enticing.
