Raising an eyebrow, he flashed Hans Montrose a wicked, triumphant smile.
Hans Montrose "..."
lody Thorne was still angry at the end; she tore open all the remaining packages, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them fiercely before tossing them into the trash.
"Crash," heavy rain started pouring outside, just as lody Thorne had stomped all the things to bits and thrown them away.
"Are you satisfied now?" lody Thorne stood in front of him with her hands crossed over her chest, "You must be very happy now, right?"
"It’s better if you listen well from now on," Jared Quinn wrapped an arm around her waist, "Never let find other n’s things here again."
"Jared..." Kiki Sutton wanted to step forward and say sothing, but a glance from lody Thorne stopped her, leaving her to just stand aside and watch.
"I’m tired, I want to go ho now, Timmy, let’s go," lody Thorne took Timmy by the hand, opened an umbrella, and walked out.
Only when their figures disappeared did Jared Quinn stand up, specifically in front of Hans Montrose, speaking coldly, "I don’t care what relationship you had before, but now she is my woman. If you don’t want to hurt her, you should keep an appropriate distance."
Those few short words were filled with warning.
Hans Montrose touched his nose, holding the armguard in his hand, and left the Quinn Family.
"Jared... Mr. Quinn," Kiki Sutton couldn’t hold back any longer and pointed to the trash can outside, finally starting to understand what was going on.
"Um, are you sure those were lody’s gifts for Hans Montrose?" she asked tactfully.
"Weren’t they?" The man still had an air of unresolved anger.
Kiki Sutton, "... As far as I know, the gifts lody just tore apart, threw away, and stomped on were bought this year, after she married into the Quinn Family."
The more Kiki Sutton explained, the more Jared Quinn’s strikingly handso face darkened, like a cold wind sweeping fiercely.
The corners of his crimson lips moved like a cold, sharp blade, "You an, she was buying gifts for another man after marrying into the Quinn Family?"
Damn it, how many things had he overlooked during this ti?
Kiki Sutton, "... Mr. Quinn, why must you think of it this way? Maybe she bought those things for you, and you just never paid them much attention?
Furthermore, those things didn’t seem like Hans Montrose’s type; he likes bright colors."
And all those things were of a reserved gray hue.
Jared Quinn "..."
"We all know lody used to be obsessed with you, she prepared many gifts but never gave them to you. But... just now, you actually made her throw everything out..."
Jared Quinn "..."
"Crash," a bucket of cold water seed to be poured over Jared Quinn’s head, a chilling cold seeped in.
"But those things had been bought a long long ti ago, so they’re gone, you don’t need to worry about it..."
Before Kiki Sutton could finish speaking, the man who had been standing in the hall full of fury already strode out into the rain, to be precise, he was retrieving the things from the trash...
Kiki Sutton "..." Indeed, when a person insists on going down a bad path, it’s a frightening thing.
On the rainy day, lody Thorne drove very slowly, and when she reached the Quinn house, just as she entered the hall, a wet man followed her in.
Cold raindrops dripped from the tips of his black hair, his muscular fra defined by the wet clothing that clung tightly, his devastatingly handso and deep face full of allure.
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