Inside, the man's long legs were crossed, his tall figure leaning against the leather seat, long fingers propping up his forehead as he flipped through documents, feet on a white carpet, with champagne, beer, and music inside.
"What are you doing here?" Melody Thorne quickly got into the car, looking somewhat as if she was hiding him from the light.
This feeling of deep disdain made Timothy Lockwood unable to hold back, and he burst into hearty laughter.
Unexpectedly, Brother Jared seemed like a little wife being despised at the moment, whereas Melody Thorne was the man standing tall and firm outside.
This feeling was kind of endearingly silly.
Jared Quinn turned his head, shooting a cold glare with an air of authority and warning.
Timothy immediately stifled his laughter, covering his stomach with both hands, trying to hold it in.
"Do you want this?" Jared Quinn picked up a contract and waved it in front of her.
