"Timmy, go up and sleep," Jared Quinn grasped Melody Thorne's wrist and spoke to his son.
"Alright," Timmy said, looking back every few steps as he went upstairs.
When Jared Quinn got serious, even Timmy didn't dare to resist.
"What are you doing?" Melody Thorne turned her head, her eyes clear and emotionless, as if nothing had just happened.
"Sorry," Jared Quinn gazed at her, pulling her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.
He didn't know those things were meant for him.
"I don't understand what you're saying," Melody Thorne looked up, pushing him away. "I'm tired now, I just want to have a good sleep."
"Melody Thorne," Jared Quinn held her back, "we agreed to start over."
Melody Thorne turned her head, a careless smile on her lips, "Oh, that was a few days ago, right? Sorry, now it's all fed to the dogs, and indeed, those things you mentioned were all for Hans Montrose, all for him. I threw everything away, are you satisfied?"
