My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 213: Growing Flames
When Melody Thorne came to her senses, she was lying on Jared Quinn’s lap with her feet hanging outside, the wind rushing past her ears, while the man beneath her drove calmly as if nothing had happened.
"Ah!" Melody Thorne screamed at the sight of Jared Quinn’s perfect and rugged features, "Jared Quinn, what are you doing? My luggage, my luggage is still behind!"
She was taken away, but her luggage remained, containing all her belongings.
"Screech!" The tires rubbed against the ground, picking up speed, racing down the road, as if showing off his driving skills, constantly changing lanes, drifting, and occasionally even lifting the rear tires.
Melody Thorne tightly wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, fearing that a slip would fling her out of the car with each extreme drift.
"Jared Quinn, stop the car, stop the car!" Melody Thorne screamed out.
Jared Quinn’s eyes, recently washed with fury, showed no emotion. He glanced down at her panicked and slightly fearful expression and sneered coldly, "You can be afraid too."
Melody Thorne felt like jumping out of the car and screamed, "Yes, I’m afraid of dying! I’m terrified! I’m scared of dying with you in an endless entanglement."
The warmth in Jared Quinn’s dark eyes plummeted, and he stepped on the accelerator, making the sports car almost leave the ground entirely.
"Ah!" Melody Thorne thought she was going to be thrown out, her first instinct was to cling tighter to the man’s neck, curling her body, her head instinctively pressing into his chest.
Like grabbing hold of the only thing she could rely on, as if about to fall into the abyss of death.
A haughty laugh sounded above her head, a big hand embraced her back, pitying her like a fragile animal, "Melody Thorne, as long as you behave, I promise you’ll get everything you want. No matter what trouble you cause, I can shoulder it for you. But if you try to run, I will make sure you die faster."
A sudden surge was burning in Melody Thorne’s chest, growing fiercer.
"I don’t care for you bearing it for me, and I’m not your pet dog. Stop the car, stop the car, Jared Quinn, stop the car." Melody Thorne’s hands slapped Jared Quinn’s chest chaotically, each hit heavier than the last.
"Ugh..." Jared Quinn groaned, stepping on the brake, feeling faint pain from previous injuries and the fruit knife wound on his chest.
The car stopped, and Melody Thorne’s hand finally moved away from his chest.
Above her, his face was clouded over.
"Get out," the deep magnetic voice carried a chilling wind.
Melody Thorne’s hand paused, remembering the butler’s words - Jared Quinn’s chest had injuries...
"I..."
"Get out."
Melody Thorne swallowed, glanced at his chest, then opened the door and got out.
The car sped past her, leaving no warmth behind.
Melody Thorne felt a bit dazed. Was she too excessive?
The phone rang, and Melody Thorne took out her mobile from her bag, "Hello?"
"Little one, where are you?" Hans Montrose’s voice came through.
Melody Thorne"...I’m on the highway."
Jared Quinn’s car was halfway down the road, his head lowered to look at his chest, where red blood spots were appearing.
It seemed the stitches had unraveled again.
At Quinn Villa, Jared Quinn tossed the car keys onto the table and quickly went into the study to tend to his wounds.
"Young master, Mrs. Thorne’s luggage has been brought back," the butler said as he carried Melody Thorne’s luggage in from outside.
