"Melody Thorne!" Jane Rowan glared at her fiercely. "Do you remember what you said?"
Melody Thorne placed her hand on her belly. "Of course, I remember what I've said, but I don't need you to teach me how to act. If you bump into me and push me like that again, I won't spare you too!"
"You!"
"What did you just say mean?" Titus Quinn lowered his large hand that had touched Melody Thorne, his palm hanging stiffly by his side, as if it still retained the residual warmth and faint fragrance from Melody Thorne's body, reminiscent of white milk, lingering endlessly!
Jane Rowan bit her lip and hugged Titus Quinn's arm. "Titus, I went to see Melody Thorne a few days ago. I apologized to her, telling her that what happened that day was my fault, but I didn't expect her to not accept it and even hit me just now..."
"Jane," Titus Quinn lowered his head, "you deliberately pushed her just now, what's your intention by pushing a woman towards me?"
Jane Rowan "..."
