The old man briskly hung up the phone.
"Are you happy?" Jared Quinn put down the phone, sipping the red wine in his slender fingers.
"What?"
"Marry me."
"Isn't there already a certificate?" Melody Thorne looked up. Damn it, they've had the marriage certificate for two years now; by all accounts, they're practically an old couple.
"Even with a certificate, there has to be a wedding," Jared Quinn's gaze on her burned intensely, a past version of him never thought of a wedding for anyone.
She was the only exception.
As Jared Quinn's thin lips moved closer, Melody Thorne quickly blocked him with her hand, "No funny business."
Jared Quinn's kiss shifted to her palm, giving it a light peck, waiting to confirm whether it was really a false pregnancy before reclaiming what's his.
Thorne Family.
"Dad," Melody Thorne entered Levin Thorne's room, looking at the frail figure before her, feeling discomfort in her heart.
