That movent made Jared Quinn’s breathing grow even heavier, making it impossible for him to focus on driving. He pulled her from behind with one large hand, his voice hoarse, "Don’t play with fire."
Car sex in the middle of the day on the road is definitely not a good thing!
"Jared Quinn, I suddenly realize I really only have you," lody Thorne murmured, her arms wrapped around his neck, biting at the corner of his lips.
These words pleased Jared Quinn quite a lot; this was exactly how it should be.
Since she had no one to rely on, she would have to depend on and cling to him.
This was what CEO Quinn had always dread of.
"If I were to go back to the way I used to be, would you still be interested in like you are now?" lody Thorne ssed up his hair with her small hands, pulled off his tie, and sank her teeth into his neck.
Like a vampiress, she bit and occasionally sucked, drinking his blood.
Jared Quinn’s brow furrowed slightly, "Don’t go back."
He thought lody Thorne was great now—full of energy and volatile. He didn’t mind how much trouble she might cause with her temper; he had enough power to clean up after her.
But the old lody Thorne was too naive, so naive that he felt having her by his side would taint her.
lody Thorne stopped biting—so ultimately, he just didn’t love her!
"Stop the car," she suddenly spoke up.
At the sa ti, Jared Quinn’s car happened to stop in the underground garage, beneath the Quinn Corporation.
lody Thorne straightened her clothes, opened the car door, and walked out. "I suddenly rembered I have a lot to do today. I’ll co find you when I’m done."
Her departing figure was particularly carefree.
Looking at Jared Quinn, he was a ss—hair disheveled, tie discarded, belt removed, and two shirt buttons missing...
A surge of anger erupted through Jared Quinn.
"President?" Suddenly, Simon Sutton’s voice ca from outside the window.
Jared Quinn looked up, his dark eyes shooting a cold glare.
When Simon Sutton clearly saw the man inside, for a mont, he thought he had seen wrong.
Who is this?
He had to look again to be sure it was indeed their ruthless, unscrupulous President Quinn!!!
"President, should I call the stylist over?" Simon Sutton took a deep breath to steady himself.
It was probably another one of that woman’s masterpieces.
"Get out."
Simon Sutton "..."
...
In the office of the entertainnt company under lody Thorne’s na, Nina King sorted and handed over the recent new artist contracts to lody Thorne, including those with high potential.
"You seem upset?"
lody Thorne bit her pen, "It’s nothing, I just want so peace."
She casually opened the docunts, seriously picking out a few and tossing them to Nina King, "These ones. Support whoever is the most obedient. Let the scripts that Thorne Group had previously signed continue filming."
"Alright."
Nina King noticed she was in a bad mood, so she made a cup of chrysanthemum tea for her to help cool her down.
lody Thorne walked to the window; a car was parked steadily below. Caleb had practically stopped doing anything, wasn’t going to his company anymore, just following her around all day.
Wherever she went, he would go!
The car window below slowly rolled down; Caleb looked up through the glass at lody Thorne and waved his phone at her.
"Ding" lody Thorne’s phone rang with a text ssage.
lody Thorne turned around and shut off her phone. Whatever he sent, she wasn’t going to read it. Who knew if this guy would pull another stunt like last ti to cause a misunderstanding with Jared Quinn?
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