Jared Quinn’s deep eyes gazed out the window, watching a laughing man and woman outside,
lody Thorne had never smiled when she was by his side.
"President," Simon Sutton spoke again, feeling the increasing chill in the car. "Do you want to bring the little wife?"
"Back to the hotel."
"Yes."
In the large presidential suite, every ssage Jared Quinn received on his computer screen was a scene of lody Thorne and Hans Montrose enjoying themselves, while the page on his left showed a phone call interface.
lody Thorne just glanced at it twice, then turned off her phone.
"Bang" The laptop in the man’s hand was thrown to the ground, anger burning.
After lody Thorne and Hans Montrose finished playing, it was already evening. She walked while looking down in her bag for the keys.
Two n walked over from the opposite side.
"President, the Thorne Family parents called the company to inquire about you and the little wife’s situation, and I told them truthfully," Simon Sutton’s voice,
The man leading, dressed in a black abstinent suit with a cold and noble face, responded with a sigh.
lody Thorne paused her key-searching motion, looked up, and Simon Sutton and Jared Quinn brushed past her as if they hadn’t seen her.
How had she not realized that when Mr. and Mrs. Thorne handed her over to Jared Quinn, they would certainly have contact with him?
"Wait," lody Thorne imdiately turned around.
"Jared Quinn," lody Thorne ran over and grabbed Jared Quinn’s arm. "What are you doing here?"
Jared Quinn turned and glanced at her small hand clutching his arm, not very warm, obviously no longer feverish.
Simon Sutton’s mouth twitched slightly, seeing as the president had looked after the little wife all night, but she knew nothing.
"Want to make our relationship public?" Jared Quinn spoke expressionlessly,
lody Thorne "..."
She quickly withdrew her hand; she and Jared Quinn’s matter absolutely could not be made public.
Jared Quinn’s handso features quickly darkened, and he strode away.
In the private room, lody Thorne dialed Jared Quinn’s number again and again, only for it to be hung up or unanswered.
Jared Quinn looked at the phone ringing over and over, his expression finally improved a lot. He picked it up to answer, but lody Thorne didn’t call again.
Simon Sutton "...Should I call the little wife to co over?"
Seeing the man silent, understanding it as permission, Simon Sutton called lody Thorne to tell her the room number.
When she entered, Simon Sutton sensibly left, Jared Quinn leaned in the chair, rubbing his temples. His complexion wasn’t good, seemingly very tired.
Thinking of her purpose for coming, lody Thorne walked around the large desk, stood behind Jared Quinn’s chair, and slowly replaced his fingers with hers, massaging.
"At least you’re aware," Jared Quinn’s arm rested on the chair.
lody Thorne remained silent, standing behind him kneading. Last night, she hadn’t rested well and had taken a cold shower all night, leaving him sowhat exhausted.
But leaning like this was uncomfortable, so Jared Quinn got up, gathered her into his arms, and strode towards the bed, bringing her with him as they fell onto it.
"Continue," his arm encircled her as he spoke.
lody Thorne "..."
Her fingers had just started moving when her phone rang,
Jared Quinn looked at her with displeasure.
lody Thorne took out her phone and saw the na Hans Montrose; not answering now would seem too deliberate,
"Hello?"
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