"I’ve ordered your favorite Western food, want to co down and eat?"
lody Thorne looked at Jared Quinn, "Nina King just brought so food, I’ve already eaten."
Hans Montrose paused for a mont, then lowered his voice, "lody, has sothing happened?"
"No, it hasn’t."
Hans Montrose’s enchanting peach blossom eyes held a cold light, "Don’t lie to . Nina King has been with since you returned to your room, she couldn’t have gone to bring you food."
lody "..."
She felt a headache and ran her hand through her hair, "I’m not feeling well."
"lody, what’s going on?" Hans Montrose stood up and headed towards lody Thorne’s hotel room, raising his hand to knock on the door, "lody, open the door."
lody "..."
Jared Quinn narrowed his cold eyes, a trace of impatience flashed between his brows, his large hand reached out to take her phone.
lody instinctively dodged, but this action displeased Jared Quinn, as his big hand wrapped around her waist, flipping her under him.
"Ah!" lody exclaid in surprise, lifting her foot to kick at Jared Quinn, "What are you doing?"
"Why have you been on the phone for so long?" Jared Quinn held onto her kicking ankle.
Hans Montrose clearly heard Jared Quinn’s voice, having t him a few tis, he easily recognized it, his large hand dropped.
That man cares far more about lody Thorne than he imagined.
"How is it? Is lody okay?" Nina King asked worriedly, "Is she not in the room? What’s happened?"
After all, she was once the woman he liked, no matter how well he hides it, he still has feelings. From the start, lody Thorne never belonged to him, he knows this better than anyone.
"She’s fine, you guys go eat," Hans Montrose turned and returned to the hotel room next door.
"Jared Quinn, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?" lody was angry, almost yelling.
"Are you sure you want to fall out with because of him?"
lody pursed her lips. Annoying,
"Does your head still hurt? Should I continue?" lody forced a smile.
Jared Quinn pinched her cheek and faintly smiled, "Mrs. Quinn is truly virtuous."
lody’s hand paused for a mont. If a woman’s smile could be utterly enchanting, then Jared Quinn definitely has it too. His smile can indeed charm a large group of won, cold and edgy.
"You shouldn’t be hurting anymore," lody withdrew her hand, thought for a mont, and spoke, "I haven’t seen my parents in a long ti, would you communicate with them? Could you tell their address?"
Jared Quinn leaned over and pinned her down, residual anger inside him. For anyone else to find him or sell him out, it makes him very displeased.
"If you want to see them, you need to et my conditions."
"What condition?" lody thought for a mont, guessing he might be about to make that kind of demand, closed her eyes, and leaned forward to kiss him.
The sensation of her kiss far surpasses the feeling of being forced by him.
Instinctively, he wanted to hold onto this feeling, regardless of whether she loves him or not.
Jared Quinn lowered his head and kissed her, his innate dominance overwhelming her, but apart from kisses, it was just kisses, continuous kissing, kissed until lody’s forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, yet still continued to kiss.
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