My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

"That guy sure is sly. I think we need more people to protect Melody and Timmy until we find him," Leonard Rivers said with concern.

"When will the blood clot in her brain be completely cleared?"

They didn’t have to worry too much about Melody Thorne before, but now she makes people very uneasy.

Besides, since she lost her memory, she doesn’t remember who has targeted her.

"At least another month."

"Hmm." Jared Quinn stood up to go to the conference room, but before he reached the door, he made another call back to the Quinn Family, just to be sure.

"How is madam?"

"Madam? She’s fantastic, lively as can be with the young master," the butler wiped his sweat and silently added in his mind, by the time you return, you probably won’t recognize your own home.

The entire back garden has completely transformed!

"Well, make her some nutritious soup, and let her drink it later."

"Alright, young master, don’t worry, I’ve got it covered here."

Hanging up the phone, Jared Quinn relaxed and entered the conference room.

It was already eight o’clock in the evening when he returned home. The car pulled up to the entrance and suddenly stopped. The lights were flashing, and there was no trace of the Quinn Villa’s former grandeur, now grown over with green plants.

Getting out of the car, Jared Quinn walked inside. The villa, though large, used to have clear pathways. But now, coming back to his own home felt like navigating a maze!

After bumping into a few walls, he finally made his way to the main hall.

"Dad, you’re back." Timmy stood proudly in the center of the hall, pointing outside. "How do you like it? Mom and I spent an afternoon creating it."

Before Jared Quinn could answer, a shriek echoed from outside, probably from a maid in the villa who couldn’t find her way out.

"We set up traps in there too," Timmy boasted.

"Hmm."

He acknowledged, heading upstairs.

"Dad, be careful when you’re going upstairs," Timmy shouted after him.

He pushed open the bedroom door, and a blindingly bright pink nearly overwhelmed his dark eyes.

On the large European-style bed, Melody Thorne was playing with the already awakened little Chimo.

Seeing Jared Quinn return, Melody instantly turned around, proudly lifting the corners of her lips, "Isn’t this bedroom much prettier? I spent an afternoon having people redo it, there’s no fresh paint, just wallpaper."

Jared stepped inside, glancing around. Pink, very pink!

He wanted to destroy the pink!

"Hmm, it looks much better than the black," a smile crept onto Jared Quinn’s handsome face, his doting gaze like a deep pool, almost drowning Melody with affection.

"Right, right, I think so too," Melody laughed even more joyfully, "Whenever I see black, I feel like I’m dying; I can’t even sleep well."

Jared’s heart shook heavily for a few seconds. Suddenly, he thought that Melody losing her memory wasn’t so bad; maybe she was hiding many things from him.

So many things he didn’t know about.

"Hmm, yes, from now on, the villa will be however you like it. Whatever you want, we’ll do it that way," Jared Quinn took off his coat, hung it on the rack, and his first instinct was to hold her as he walked over.

"Why don’t you hug your daughter first?" Melody blushed. His embrace wasn’t like a princess carry; with one hand, he effortlessly lifted her, suspending her against him. He quite enjoyed this action, though it was a bit roguish!

"You’re the first, of course I have to hold you first. After I hold you, then I’ll hold her," Jared Quinn’s voice was hoarse and magnetic; whenever he touched her body, he felt aflame.