Sheryl Lancaster snapped back to reality, silently cursing herself. Just a sickly man, a fool in the past. How could he compare to Jared Quinn?
"Young Master Caleb is right," Sheryl's arm naturally hooked around the man's neck. "As long as Young Master Caleb gives me this opportunity, I will not disappoint him. But I'm a bit confused about why Young Master Caleb is helping me. Melody Thorne?"
Caleb stopped, gently releasing Sheryl's arm, and turned around. A trace of cruelty flashed across his somewhat pale face.
What did he want?
He wanted Melody Thorne back; he wanted Jared Quinn to disappear from this world forever!
"You're not worthy to mention her. Get lost," Caleb waved his hand, bent down to pick up the bulldog from the ground, and slowly went upstairs.
"You!" Sheryl clenched her teeth in anger. What did he mean she wasn't worthy of knowing? Melody Thorne was nothing compared to her. She was a thousand, ten thousand times better than that Melody!
