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

"It’s just a photo, Miss Thorne, don’t be so ungracious," a man looked at her discontentedly.

"I said I don’t want to take photos now. If you want a picture, come back in a few days."

"Then I’ll just stand here and take a picture with Miss Thorne, is that alright?" The man glanced at her arm, reached out, and grabbed it. Melody Thorne always had smooth skin, feeling like a piece of jade, incredibly smooth, making the man’s eyes light up as he instinctively rubbed it with his fingers.

"Get lost," Melody Thorne instinctively raised her hand and flung the man away, feeling a strong repulsion from within.

"Bang" came the sound of a glass table shattering.

"She hit someone, she hit someone," chaos erupted around them.

Melody Thorne walked over, grabbed the man’s collar, and slapped him several times, until her palm began to go numb. Watching her actions, everyone around could only feel a stinging pain in their faces.

Jared Quinn had informed the people in the bar when he left to call him if anything happened to Melody Thorne, so they immediately called Jared Quinn.

The beaten man’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, blood at the corner of his mouth, originally wanting to resist but having no strength.

For a while, he didn’t even dare to make a sound!

"Are you, are you okay?" The person with the man tried to pull him up.

"Nobody move, anyone who tries to help him will end up like him," Melody Thorne sat on the sofa, one arm draped over the sofa’s armrest, mimicking Jared Quinn’s usual posture.

Everyone around was terrified by her ferocity just now.

Each stood still in the bar, not daring to move!

Kiki Sutton stared at her in a daze, "Why did you become so fierce after not seeing you for a month?"

Melody Thorne "...Did I?"

She just felt very sleepy, wanting to sleep so badly, her head tilting on and off against the sofa. Anyone in the bar attempting to take photos was stopped by security, a crowd just stood there watching a woman sleep.

The man lying on the ground clenched his fists tightly, always looking for an opportunity for revenge, his gaze fell on the already shattered bottle in front, just as he was about to get up, he received a kick on his back. Jared Quinn stepped over the man and headed towards the sofa.

"Why did you drink so much? Hm?" Jared Quinn picked up Melody Thorne, who was about to fall asleep.

"Jared, just now they tried to take advantage of me?" Melody Thorne drunkenly complained.

"No, I didn’t touch her, she hit me!" the man blurted out anxiously.

"How did he take advantage of you?"

"Um... he touched my arm," Melody Thorne murmured against Jared Quinn’s chest, rubbing her head.

Jared Quinn’s eyes darkened as he walked over to step on the man’s arm, grinding it underfoot.

The man’s pitiful cries filled the bar, with nobody daring to make a sound.

"So noisy... I want to go home and sleep," Melody Thorne irritably covered her ears with her hands.

"Alright, let’s go home," Jared Quinn arranged for Kiki Sutton to be sent back, then left with Melody Thorne.

The intoxicated Melody Thorne would not obediently stay put, nor was she willing to sit alone in the passenger seat. Left with no choice, Jared Quinn held her in the back seat, with a bodyguard driving.

"Behave," Jared Quinn was sparking all over with heat.

"No, just want to touch," Melody Thorne’s hand slipped into Jared Quinn’s white shirt, lingeringly caressing the sculpted abs beneath, one after another, enjoying the feel.