Melody Thorne also noticed his gaze. Was he suspecting that she liked Hans Montrose?
While she was in a daze, Jared Quinn had already stepped upstairs. That large box of things was half the height of a person. Timmy had to stand on a stool to reach it, and it was especially eye-catching.
Jared Quinn walked over and examined each item: men's ties, belts, shirts, shoes, socks, and some men's exclusive colognes. There was a full set of shooting gear, with men's belts being the most abundant.
His large hands gradually clenched into fists.
Hans Montrose and Melody Thorne followed him inside. The entire room was filled with the hostile aura emanating from Jared Quinn.
He was angry.
"Whose are these?" Jared Quinn turned around, his deep and sharp features softened by his spreading anger.
Melody Thorne felt that her relationship with Jared Quinn, at that moment, had become distant again, very distant, as if it had reached across the Marelia.
