"This..." The butler glanced at the man beside him and changed his mind, saying, "Young master, the young mistress has a cold constitution, her body is very weak, if she doesn't have breakfast..."
"Click." Jared had already opened the bedroom door, striding to the bedside and pulling the woman sitting on the bed playing with a computer into his arms. In a deep voice, he asked, "Have you thought it through? Have you thought through who your man is?"
Melody Thorne found it laughable, "A man is supposed to protect a woman at critical moments, are you one?"
"Are you blaming me for not saving you when you were in trouble yesterday?" Jared's arm encircled her, his deep eyes revealing a chilling coldness, with an unclear meaning.
"Oh," Melody Thorne chuckled lightly, "How could that be?"
"What exactly do you want?" Jared grasped her chin, his cold eyes fixed on her, asking word by word, "If you want, I can give it to you."
