Jared lowered his head and saw that she wasn't even wearing shoes. Her lovely, translucent footprints were as pleasing as little warm jades, a delightful sight.
Melody Thorne clearly saw the bandaged wound. She had always thought of him as invincible, but now she realized he was flesh and blood, capable of feeling pain, especially when the wound hadn't healed yet.
Feeling a bit guilty, she applied the medicine, then replaced it with fresh bandages.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Melody lifted her small face to ask.
Jared effortlessly picked her up and switched their positions, seating her on the leather chair. His deep eyes were as if stained with heavy ink. He tilted her chin with his big hand, kissed her again and again.
Was she asking that question out of concern for him, or because Grandfather Quinn had told her to take care of him?
But he didn't ask, because he knew nothing nice would come out of her little mouth anyhow.
