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

I waited a while; the comments section has reached over a million.

"Boss, you’re even more popular than a celebrity now," Simon Sutton said.

Jared Quinn naturally saw those people’s comments as well, his slender fingers tapping the keyboard a few times, and @Melody Thorne, "As long as you like eating it, I’ll cook for you every day."

Simon Sutton "..."

He seemed to see quite a few people fainting in the bathroom from crying.

"Has her roadshow ended?" Jared Quinn closed the Parker pen in his hand.

"It’s already over; I guess she’s already back at the villa."

"What is Leon Rivers up to?" Jared Quinn leaned back on the leather chair behind him,

thinking about the little woman who caused a fuss with him yesterday, and going to Elias Hale is definitely impossible.

If she’s really interested in medical skills, she could try going to Leon Rivers, after all, he’s one of our own.

"I heard Miss Summers seems to have left The Rivers Family, so Young Master Rivers has taken quite a hit these days, drowning his sorrows in the bar every day," Simon Sutton said sympathetically, "That Miss Summers is really ignorant. If it weren’t for Young Master Rivers repeatedly taking her away from the bar, she might have already been taken by some random guy."

Even though Leon Rivers is known for his flirty reputation, he is at least self-disciplined and pure.

"Alright, have him come to the villa later; tell him I have something to discuss with him."

"Okay."

At the Quinn Family, as soon as Nina King stepped out, Jared Quinn came in from outside.

Melody Thorne was anxiously pacing around in the room; she was engorged again, thinking she could immediately feed little Chianna when she got home, only to find that Madame Quinn had taken her away, saying she missed her.

"What are you looking for?" Jared Quinn asked upon entering the bedroom, seeing her rummaging through the drawers.

"Breast pump," Melody Thorne answered without thinking.

Realizing who she was talking to, she turned back, her eyes reflecting the image of the man clearly, instinctively wrapping her arms around her chest, recalling the scene in the car last time.

"Uncomfortable again?" Jared Quinn asked hoarsely, scooping her up from the floor with his long arm.

Melody Thorne bit her lip, saying nothing.

*******

A large hand undid her buttons.

Melody Thorne closed her eyes shyly.

"Ma’am, dinner’s ready," the butler had already called a few times from downstairs.

Melody Thorne walked down alone.

"Ma’am, where’s the young master?"

"He’s busy with some documents," Melody Thorne lied with a straight face.

"Then you go ahead and eat; I’ll save a portion for the young master."

"Okay."

Melody Thorne wanted to say he wasn’t hungry anymore because he was already full!

After dinner, Melody Thorne curled up on the sofa downstairs while Jared Quinn descended in a loose robe, his muscular collarbones partly visible.

"Why aren’t you going upstairs? Hmm?" Jared Quinn sat down next to her.

"Dad, today the teacher asked us a question," Timmy said, bouncing down the stairs, holding the toy Elias Hale gave him.

"What question?"

"My teacher said if someone around you is angry, a person with high emotional intelligence can tell right away, but if someone has low emotional intelligence, they’d keep asking, ’Why are you angry? What’s wrong?’"

"Pfft," Melody Thorne couldn’t hold back.

I got tricked by my own son!!

"Timmy Quinn!" Jared Quinn warned loudly.

This brat, speaking more and more recklessly, who’s been spoiling him with these bad habits?