My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 185: Are You Out of Your Mind?

"Where is she?" Melody Thorne lay on the yacht, recovering her strength, not noticing the man’s aura beside her was chillingly cold.

"She’s right on the shore," Timothy Lockwood steered the yacht to the edge.

Melody had just stood up and moved a bit, but fell back onto the yacht again, having wasted too much energy underwater and leaving her weak.

"Foolish woman," Jared Quinn grabbed her arm and pulled her up, his striking features now more somber than ever.

"If you hadn’t come, would I have stayed in the sea for so long?" Melody scoffed, raising the handcuffs that had originally chained her hands to show the man beside her. "If you hadn’t gone down, I would have come up already."

Jared Quinn "..."

Damn it, this woman had been fully prepared, she could even unlock the handcuffs and had brought a dagger to prevent seaweed entanglement, and even had a small oxygen device in her mouth. She clearly didn’t need his rescue.

"Melody Thorne," Jared Quinn lowered his head, "Don’t you dare act on your own next time."

Melody raised her head, "My mind is mine, my legs are mine, I’m not disabled or worthless, I can do as I please, and I don’t need you to save me."

He didn’t save her in the past life, why meddle now?

Jared Quinn "...Do you know there’s a chance you might die?"

"My life is mine, and living or dying is also my choice. I die, you won’t be sad or grieve, we’re not lovers madly in love with each other, so what’s the point? There are plenty of people willing to fight for the position of Mrs. Quinn. I’m just a small shrimp in the ocean, to be looked at when you’re interested, and forgotten when you’re not."

Anyway, he had no feelings for her, who knew what possessed him to save her this time.

"Look at me," Jared Quinn turned her slender body, lifting her chin.

"Look at what? Look at how frightening your gaze is now, like The Reaper wanting to lock my life away?" Melody stared into his dark eyes.

Normally, she wouldn’t gaze directly into Jared Quinn’s eyes, because inside them was like a bottomless abyss, easy to get drawn in with no return.

Jared lowered his head and kissed her lips; both of them were still in wet clothes, the temperature of their bodies particularly cold, especially their lips.

"What are you doing?" Melody stomped on his foot, yet it gave him a better position for a deeper kiss.

Jared’s kiss wasn’t the domineering plunder she was used to, but a long, deep tenderness, as if retrieving something he was about to lose again, careful yet suffocating, wanting to merge her into his body.

The handsome, noble man wore a now-soaked white shirt and fitted black trousers, tightly holding the woman in his arms who wore a light blue gauzy dress that outlined her figure, now clinging to her body, shoes long lost, waist slender enough to be encircled with one hand.

Creating a sharp contrast between beauty and beast.

Jared Quinn was indeed much taller than Melody Thorne.

"Holy shit," Timothy Lockwood had just asked the two to bring Ivy over, never expecting to stumble upon such a fiery scene.

Everyone knew Jared Quinn, so ascetic and ruthless, rarely showed any passion or loss of control, especially towards Melody Thorne, never has he done such.

Even when Sheryl Lancaster, his nominal girlfriend, stood dressed provocatively before him, he showed no interest.