"Jared Quinn, you’re too much!" lody Thorne angrily pointed her finger at the man at the door.
"Do you need to help you undress?" Jared leaned against the door, his handso features looking a bit stiff. He instinctively wanted to pull out a cigarette to smoke but rembered the woman behind him, so he broke the cigarette and threw it into the trash.
lody Thorne sat angrily on the toilet, her face flushed, without even taking off her clothes.
After tossing the cigarette, Jared glanced back at her corners of his eyes twitching, preparing to walk over to help her.
"Stop, turn around," lody Thorne was about to cry. In her twenty years of life, she had never been treated like this before.
"Why be shy? I’m the one who applied the dicine on you; I’ve already seen everything," Despite his words, the man who was leaning against the door still returned to the living room ahead of ti.
"Ah!!" lody Thorne put her hands over her face, feeling hot and flushed.
When she walked out, Harold Chapman had already brought a large pile of books regarding things to pay attention to during pregnancy.
"Are these all?" lody Thorne automatically walked a little further away. Just looking at the words gave her a headache, and she still hadn’t gotten her diploma from Aethelburg Academy.
Seeing her timid look, Jared couldn’t help but chuckle. Neither of them had experience; what had happened before was enough to make their hearts race, so one of them had to be fully inford.
lody Thorne leaned against the headboard, topped her lips up while watching the man seriously reading, and took out her phone, suddenly rembering she hadn’t asked her dad about what kind of thing could answer her questions when she called. She sent out a ssage.
Her dad quickly replied that he didn’t know the specifics. The number was given to him by Howard Seymour on his deathbed, so when the Thorne Family collapsed, he left the number with lody Thorne.
Out of boredom, lody Thorne dialed the number again, "Tell , what are you?"
"Robot."
The line automatically hung up, always only answering one of her questions at a ti, occasionally two.
"Who are you talking to?" Jared turned around.
"I don’t know either, it’s sothing Howard Seymour left behind. Every ti I call it, it answers one of my questions."
"The number."
Knowing Jared wanted to trace the origin of the number, lody Thorne handed over a set of numbers.
Jared sent it to Harold Chapman’s phone number. Almost the mont he sent it, Harold pushed the door open and ca in.
lody Thorne "...Why were you standing outside the door?"
Harold’s face was stiff. What was he doing inside? Playing third wheel. The Seymour Family’s secrets were still unknown; he could only stay close to Jared to protect him from any potential threats.
Seeing through his intentions, lody Thorne felt like laughing, "You don’t have to stand outside the door because soone is out there. Caleb is given to by the Seymour Family. If anything happens, he’ll co in imdiately."
She kindly reminded him.
Harold found a place to sit down. Regardless of anything, he couldn’t let his guard down. His fingers moved swiftly over the computer, and soon it displayed a piece of information.
"This number is located in the Seymour Family," Harold spoke, "It looks very much like where the family elder resides."
"Why there?" lody Thorne quickly got off the bed, almost instantly jumping down. The movent made Jared’s eye twitch, and he swiftly took her hand to let her sit down.
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