Melody Thorne was already lying on the sofa, feeling utterly drained.
"Grandpa, I'm done." Melody had realized the ultimate stage of suffering.
"Nothing left to say?" The man standing beside her grabbed her arm and pulled her up, looking at her with dark, intense eyes.
"I told you, but you didn't believe it." Melody spoke helplessly, finding it difficult to shake off this man. "I said it yesterday, I don't like you, I don't like you anymore.
It's you who didn't believe it, always thinking I liked you, but it really has nothing to do with me; it's all in your head."
With each of her words, the temperature in the hall dropped another degree, continuing to plummet.
All in his head? Jared Quinn's perfectly handsome features filled with a storm just as Melody thought he would leave in anger.
The man's sculpted, handsome face suddenly leaned in close. "Don't like me, then who do you like?"
