"It's okay," Mrs. Thorne didn't want to talk much.
"Melody Thorne, how can you let Mr. Quinn carry you!" Rochelle Thorne was so angry she almost spat blood. All of this should have been hers, all of it.
"I like him carrying me," Melody Thorne curled her lips into a gentle smile, turned her head, and kissed Jared Quinn's cheek.
Leaving two lipstick marks on his handsome and profound face, very suggestive.
It was the lipstick she had just applied.
"Shameless!"
"What does my kissing him have to do with you?" Melody Thorne looked down arrogantly from Jared Quinn's back, "We sleep in the same bed every night."
"Ah," Rochelle clenched her fists.
This damn woman dared to provoke her!
"By the way, you don't need to call Jared Quinn 'Mr. Quinn' anymore, after all, I was once a daughter of the Thorne family too. I should be older than you, just call him brother-in-law."
Rochelle bit her lower lip tightly, call him brother-in-law? Never!
