Jared Quinn descended the stairs slowly, each step measured, exuding a chilly aura, the kind that was icy cold.
The enchantress upstairs said that to win over a woman, a man must be patient with her; otherwise, she would not only avoid his net but escape even faster.
He held her for a while, wanting to sleep, but couldn't bear it and ended up taking a cold shower for an hour, at the lowest temperature, near freezing.
The man sat on the sofa, his eyes darkening, his large hand casually rubbing his chin. "How do you know I disdain her?"
Right now, she was the one he was most interested in!
Almost everyone thought so, even Melody Thorne thought so, believing he disdained her.
George Adler couldn't grasp the man's mood or temperament in front of him, but he was absolutely sure about this matter. "She deliberately got close to my daughter and was very near to her, so my daughter says, in fact, you don't want to marry her."
