Jared Quinn's eyes darkened as he grabbed her waist, applying a force that fixed her in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her, not in a cautious way, but with a deep plunder. His big hand slid into her clothes, rubbing her waist, without concealing the heat within his body at all.
Melody Thorne breathed lightly, "You just said you would respect me."
Another bucket of cold water was poured down.
Jared released her, "Touching you is disrespectful?"
"Isn't it? I don't want to," Melody looked directly at him. "If you can't stand it, you can go solve it outside."
Jared's hand suddenly tightened. This woman had no feelings for him whatsoever.
His big hand tightened around her waist, and after a faint glance, he took her downstairs.
"Young Master," the butler came out from the kitchen with something black and muddled. "The medicine for the young madam's health is ready."
Melody took one look at it and wanted to vomit.
"I'm not drinking it."
