"This month, you must work on your strength, got it?" His deep voice carried a slight threat.
He could hold back for a while, but when he lost control, it was hard to restrain himself, and she might pass out every time.
They needed to improve their quality of life.
He was a normal man who needed a normal life.
Melody Thorne kept her eyes closed and didn't make a sound because she knew her body was indeed weak.
In the morning, Melody received a message from the person she least wanted to hear from, Rochelle Thorne. She said Melody should go to the hospital because she couldn't take care of Mrs. Thorne right now.
She went downstairs to find Jared Quinn already there.
"Butler, please pack a breakfast for me. I need to take it to the hospital," Melody said, biting into a piece of toast.
"Sure, ma'am, please wait a moment," the butler quickly went to the kitchen to prepare another breakfast.
Jared casually handed her a glass of milk. "What's the rush, take your time."
