That kid still doesn't know if he can behave and stay at the Quinn Villa, with all those sneaky ideas, the butler might not be able to keep an eye on him.
"Did he cry?" Melody Thorne bit her lip, "Did he cry really badly?"
"No."
"Really?" Melody Thorne didn't believe it; in her eyes, Timmy was just a little pitiful.
"No," Jared Quinn's son wouldn't cry.
He might disappear for a while, but he wouldn't cry!
"But..."
"Concentrate, I'll tell you later," Jared Quinn said as he slowly entered, holding her tightly, fearing he might hurt her with a slight distraction.
Melody Thorne couldn't stop herself from making sounds, afraid people outside would hear and even more afraid someone from the Seymour family might suddenly come.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and hugged Jared Quinn tightly, "No marks, to the bathroom."
Jared Quinn looked deeply into her eyes, tore off the last piece of fabric on her, and took her into the bathroom...
For a long, long time...
