Chapter 1051 - 1054: Exactly What You Think It Means

Melody Thorne hung up the phone.

Handle... handle?

Leon Rivers was furious, what did she take him for?

"What did she say?" Dr. Mo nudged Leon Rivers.

Leon Rivers turned around, "She said for you to handle it."

Dr. Mo: "What does she mean by ’handle it’?"

"Exactly what you think it means."

Dr. Mo: "I thought that means to lock her in a bathroom alone and let fate decide."

Leon Rivers: "..."

Selina Sloan got drunk, and Melody Thorne called Elias Hale to take her home.

"Thank you." Elias Hale picked up the already unconscious Selina Sloan.

"No need to thank me. She just reminds me of the old me. Elias Hale, if you want to avoid losing Selina Sloan again, I warn you, you better stop covering for Hanna."

"I know, I’ve already thought about it. Once Hanna sobers up, I’ll send her back to the country."

"Then I’ll be off?" Melody Thorne felt a little dizzy. She hadn’t drunk much, but her alcohol tolerance was always low.

"Want me to take you home together?"

"No need."

Quinn Family.

Melody Thorne returned to the villa after eight in the evening. She thought Jared Quinn must have gone to the office in the afternoon, so he probably hadn’t come back. Entering the hall, she headed upstairs.

"Madam, madam," the butler stopped her, "Are you going upstairs? Then just take this cup of coffee up with you."

"Did Jared go to the company?" Melody Thorne turned back.

"No, and Master seems to be in a bad mood. You should go up and check on him," the butler kindly reminded her,

almost saying Master is in a bad mood because of you.

"I’ll go check." Melody Thorne took the coffee and headed upstairs.

In the study, Jared Quinn was dealing with documents and didn’t seem to be affected when she entered.

Melody Thorne pulled out a chair next to him, pushing the coffee closer to his hand. "The butler said you’re in a bad mood?"

She supported her chin with one hand.

Jared Quinn decided to teach her a lesson and purposely ignored her, his dark eyes still fixed on the documents, as if he hadn’t heard a word she said.

He wanted her to figure out why he was mad.

They’re almost married; shouldn’t they be together every day?

Now Melody Thorne seems even busier than him, the most powerful person.

After five more minutes passed without any response from her, when he looked over, he found her supporting her chin, lightly breathing in her sleep.

Jared Quinn: "..."

He closed the documents, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt, and laughed angrily.

Leaning over, he picked up Melody Thorne and carried her into the bedroom.

In the morning, Melody Thorne’s hand restlessly slid across the blankets, feeling those well-defined abdominal muscles, her legs also moved over, clasping around Jared Quinn’s waist.

Jared Quinn opened his deep-set eyes, thinking she wanted it, his large palms immediately touched her thighs, drawing them closer, leaning over to kiss her little mouth.

Jared Quinn’s cold forehead pulsed with veins, recalling that last night she came back drunk and went to sleep without dinner, perhaps she’s hungry now.