My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 200: Where Are We Going So Late?

"No girl likes black," Melody Thorne began, "I not only dislike black but also particularly hate it. I only pretended to like it because you liked it, trying to win you over so you’d like me back."

Jared Quinn’s arm tightened, his cold, hard jawline forming a determined arc, "So, you never actually liked black?"

"I don’t like it!"

"What about other things?"

"Do you think any girl likes darts? Likes boxing? Likes fencing?" Melody, having drunk a bit too much, was never good with alcohol, so she let it all spill out.

She really disliked those things, extremely disliked them.

"What about the piano?" Jared walked over to the piano, setting her down on the keys in a somewhat ungraceful manner.

Melody’s foot rested on his leg as her hand brushed over the black piano. This time she finally nodded; she did like the piano.

Seeing her nod, a slight curve appeared on Jared’s stern and deep-set features, even if out of all the things he chose, she only liked one.

"But not long ago, I already discarded it and even hated seeing it," Melody’s hand played over a few keys, the notes leaping forth beautifully, yet it was like a cold splash of water over Jared.

"Not a single one you liked?" Jared caught her wrist, one hand fixating on her waist.

Her waist was slim, the kind that could break with a little force.

"Not a single one I liked," Melody nodded solemnly, "Jared, take a good look, all of these are things you like, not what I like, so don’t assume you know me well; you don’t understand me at all."

"I want you to go on liking them," Jared domineeringly held her soft little hand. Just sitting there, he was level with her, seated on the piano.

"Oh," Melody responded perfunctorily, "Suit yourself, whatever you say goes, I’m going to take a shower and sleep."

"Melody," Jared pulled her into his arms, his sharp chin resting on her soft neck, "Look at what I’ve prepared for you, say you like what I’ve prepared for you."

Melody glanced over the items and the luxurious western meal on the long table; none of it was anything she liked.

"Fine, I like what you’ve prepared for me," she continued to perfunctorily say.

"Say it like you mean it."

Melody repeated it once more.

Jared was still unsatisfied. No matter how she said it, he wasn’t pleased, insisting she say it over and over until, just as she was about to fall asleep, he harshly kissed her on the corner of her lips, muttered "vixen" under his breath, and lifted her up, carrying her outside.

Melody was startled awake, "Where are we going this late?"

"To find out what you really like," Jared pushed her into the car seat, then opened the other door to drive away from the Quinn Family’s place.

Melody thought something had triggered him or something bad had gotten into him; otherwise, why would he be acting this way now? She knew well what she liked. Could going somewhere really show him?

Soon, the car stopped.

Melody looked outside; it was the place where Director Irving’s party was held today.

"Why are we here?"

Jared got out of the car, opened the door, and led her inside, booking the most luxurious private room.