My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 187: I’ll Do It Myself

"Pull her up," Melody Thorne spoke,

Ivy was pulled up again, and began breathing heavily, gradually gaining strength.

"Throw her down."

"Splash," Ivy fell down once more.

Seeing her near death, yet being pulled up again, unable to die yet.

"When did she become so ruthless?" Timothy Lockwood wondered. When she first married Jared Quinn, she couldn’t even bring herself to kill an ant.

Jared Quinn’s gaze was somewhat complicated; he strode over and covered Melody Thorne’s eyes with one hand, "Don’t look."

He didn’t want to see her cold-blooded side; this demeanor didn’t belong to Melody Thorne.

Ever since Melody Thorne emerged from the seawater, she had been holding on, holding on for revenge. She wanted Ivy to feel that same sensation but wouldn’t easily let her die.

Upon really seeing the moment Ivy got punished, aside from satisfaction, the deep-rooted hatred within her was slowly dissipating.

Ivy wasn’t her opponent anymore.

"Don’t let her up," Melody Thorne said before collapsing, unable to hold herself up.

"Melody Thorne," Jared Quinn held her steadily in his arms, at that moment filled with murderous rage, his eyes brimming with killing intent sweeping over the sea.

Hospital.

The smell of disinfectant was strong.

The woman on the hospital bed was already dressed in clean clothes; she was now asleep but not at ease, beads of sweat densely scattered across her forehead, she dreamed of Jared Quinn jumping into the sea to save her, and neither of them coming up.

She told him to go away, but he insisted on clinging to her, resulting in both of them dying.

She was about to hate him to death.

"Ugh..." Melody Thorne finally managed to make a sound; the suffocating feeling gradually disappeared.

She moved her hand, her chest feeling uncomfortable, but her hand didn’t return as she wished; instead, it was tightly gripped by a pair of large hands.

Melody Thorne turned her head, her eyes met with a pair of extremely deep and dark phoenix eyes, within them seemed to be a layer of dark ink spreading out, making it hard to read, emotions ambiguous.

Vaguely, her reflection gradually appeared in those unparalleled phoenix eyes, getting clearer...

Her gaze shifted away, as her arm moved down, the large well-defined hand was nearly the size of both her hands, the clean white finger joints akin to a perfect piece of art, cold without any temperature.

And her hand was tightly enveloped...

Like a good haven, she just needed to stay quietly, he would shield her from storms, betray the whole world.

This feeling and vision always reminded Melody Thorne of another scene, softness and firmness always the most beautiful combination, even on the bed, naturally satisfying each other.

The hand being held felt incredibly safe.

"Swish," Melody Thorne withdrew her hand; she hated that feeling the most,

All light vanished in Jared Quinn’s eyes, he leaned over, his voice hoarse, "Awake?"

Melody Thorne’s gaze dodged as she responded with a soft "Mm."

The scene from the dream was still vivid; she dreamed both she and Jared Quinn had died, died in the sea.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Jared Quinn reached for a towel nearby, slowly wiping the sweat off her forehead, the distance close, his mature and heavy male presence densely permeating her every pore.

"I’ll do it myself," Melody Thorne reacted strongly, pushing away Jared Quinn’s large hand.