"Wait a second," Jared Quinn's hand half embraced her as they walked to the kitchen.
The butler, who had been hiding in the shadows, stumbled and almost knocked out his own teeth, holding a software for video recording.
I wonder what Old Master Quinn would think upon seeing this?
In the kitchen, Melody Thorne was led all the way in. With previous experiences and Jared Quinn's penchant for trying new positions, her face turned increasingly red, yet she didn't know how to refuse...
Just two steps into the kitchen, Jared Quinn stopped her and walked toward the fridge, taking out a plate of shrimp. It was prepped, and it was Melody Thorne's favorite.
"What are you doing?" Melody Thorne reacted late, her eyes fixed on the plate of shrimp in his hand.
The kitchen lights reflected off Jared Quinn's rugged, sharp features. He turned his head only to see Melody Thorne staring at him, her face full of coyness...
