Gradually, she drifted off to sleep.
The door to the study opened half an hour later, revealing the tall, commanding figure of Jared Quinn leaning against the doorway, his dark eyes reflecting two figures.
One big, one small, squatting on the floor asleep.
The reason was simply because they were waiting for him.
Jared Quinn's dry and tasteless life was once again filled, filled by the big and small waiting for him.
"Young master," the butler whispered.
Jared Quinn's gaze swept over, signaling him to keep his voice down, then pointed at Timmy.
The butler, understanding, walked over to pick up Timmy from the floor and returned him to the bedroom.
When he came out again, Jared Quinn had already picked up Melody Thorne from the floor, his still-recovering large hands now carefully holding her.
"Young master," the butler spoke in shock.
"Cut the crap," Jared Quinn sneered coldly.
If he didn't hold his woman, was he to wait for someone else to take her away?
