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

"Wah," little Mila suddenly started crying.

Melody Thorne hurriedly got off Jared Quinn and hastily undid her clothes, lying down on the big bed to feed her.

Though she had no memories, her instincts were intact, and she acted on them,

The soft and adorable little bun beneath her immediately stopped crying and focused on nursing. Melody’s upper body hovered in mid-air as she lay there. She could only hold on for a while before her body gave out, but she was afraid of squashing little Mila.

A large hand slid beneath her and supported her, and Melody Thorne looked up into a pair of deeply dark eyes. At that moment, his gaze was fixed on her chest.

Melody’s face turned red with embarrassment.

After little Mila had finished eating and gradually fell asleep, Melody Thorne immediately let out a sigh of relief and adjusted her clothes.

Jared Quinn glanced meaningfully at her actions and picked up the sleeping little Mila, intending to take her to another room to sleep with the nanny.

"Where are you taking her?" Melody Thorne asked in a panic.

"To let her sleep with the nanny."

"No, I want her to stay and sleep with us."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Of course, she wanted little Mila to sleep with them. That way, Jared wouldn’t start getting handsy with her again later.

Jared Quinn saw right through her little scheme, put little Mila back, and looked at her with a burning gaze, his deep voice hoarse, "Did you shower yet?"

"No, I don’t want to shower today," Melody Thorne said, burrowing under the covers.

A strong arm wound around her waist, slinging her over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom.

"I don’t want to shower!" Melody Thorne shouted, "And I don’t want to shower with you!"

"Smack," a hand landed on her little derrière.

Melody Thorne: "..."

Her mind went blank for a few seconds, "You pervert!"

"When it comes to their wives, every man is," Jared Quinn said, placing her in the bathtub but not turning on the water immediately. His tall frame sat on the edge of the tub, long legs slightly bent, "We’re married, we can’t just ignore our marital duties forever."

How could any man stand wanting what is his yet not being able to have it?

Melody Thorne’s gaze fell on the tent he’s pitched, particularly large, particularly terrifying!

"I... I need time. I need to acclimate. It’s possible that we didn’t have a good relationship before, and now you’re just setting me up!"

A finger tapped her forehead, "If I were setting you up, wouldn’t it be easier just to take you by force?"

"Ow, that hurts," Melody Thorne said, rubbing her forehead.

"Take off your clothes," Jared Quinn’s deep voice rasped as he stood up, adjusting the temperature and preparing to fill the bath.

Melody Thorne’s hands clutched her chest tightly, as if upholding her virtue.

Jared Quinn looked at her amusedly, lifting his hand to unbutton his own shirt, one button at a time, finally removing his pants and underwear...

His sturdy body stood naked under the shower, water cascading down along his sharp chest lines, disappearing into dangerous areas.

Tantalizingly sexy.

The sight of the handsome man bathing was right before her eyes, and Melody Thorne’s ears turned red instantly. Hands covering her eyes, as if chanting, "I can’t see, I can’t see..."

"If you want to look, then look," his magnetic voice urged.

Melody Thorne: "..."

She sat in the bathtub, not knowing what to do.

Jared Quinn’s dark eyes gradually dimmed. He strode over, scooping her up, afraid that with the loss of her memory, her love for him might have vanished without a trace.