My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 217: Can’t Do It?

Then it seemed like a pair of large hands were roaming over her body, kissing every inch of her skin.

"Jared Quinn, go away," Melody Thorne murmured,

but her body was getting hotter, making her very uncomfortable, followed by a filling sensation,

as the feeling intensified, she wanted more, but he refused to satisfy her, like a dream yet so real.

Suddenly, Melody Thorne woke up abruptly, her eyes filled with fear as she looked around and turned on the bedside lamp.

The room was empty, with nothing at all, but she had broken out in a thin layer of sweat, and that sensation lingered.

Melody Thorne lifted the quilt; the towel wrapped around her body was still in place, securely wrapped, and the kiss marks on her skin were from before.

So... she had been dreaming, and it was a dream of Jared touching her, and she seemed quite eager in the dream.

"Ah," Melody Thorne threw the pillow from under her away.

It must have been Jared Quinn’s sudden appearance on the phone screen that startled her, causing her to dream of such things. Melody Thorne pulled up the quilt and drifted back to sleep.

At three o’clock in the morning, the door to the room was opened from the outside.

A tall, strong figure came in from outside, his cold and deep features showing no emotion as he stood by the bedside.

The woman on the bed seemed particularly insecure even while sleeping; in such a big bed, she curled up in one corner, leaving the rest empty. If not for the bulge under the quilt, he would never have noticed her presence. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Hot," Melody Thorne continued to sleep restlessly, pulling at the towel on her body.

Her whole body felt hot, and her heart blocked in distress.

Jared’s gaze fell on her gesture of tugging at the towel, his breath tightening, body tense. The towel on her body was almost completely pulled off, revealing vast expanses of snow-white skin, glistening and translucent, with beads of sweat rolling over it, her face flushed.

She was indeed bold enough to sleep here with nothing on.

Jared’s hand touched her, feeling the burning heat, as if a fire was raging within her body; his gaze darkened, this woman was this feverish yet dared to sleep here.

Simon Sutton received the call just as he was taking off his clothes to sleep, finally understanding after a while that the president was going through all this trouble in the middle of the night entirely for a woman.

As soon as Jared’s phone rang, he instinctively sat up and answered, "President."

"Go buy a box of fever medicine."

Simon Sutton "...it’s three in the morning."

Aren’t all the pharmacies supposed to be closed?

Jared "Is it impossible?"

Simon Sutton’s face changed, quickly replied, "Possible, possible, right away."

Jared took a damp towel and placed it on her forehead, but the heat from her body was alarming, so he took off his shirt and clothes, wrapping her in his arms.

His own icy cooling effect was incredibly comforting, MelodThorne must be quite out of it from the fever, thinking she was holding onto a block of ice, only this ice wasn’t uncomfortably cold, the temperature was warm and soothing,

as soon as she clung to it, she immediately snuggled into Jared’s arms like a fish about to die of thirst, tangling her hands and feet around him, pressing her flushed face against his chest.

Jared’s gaze grew complicated, his large hand gently stroking her small face, wouldn’t it be nice if she always relied on him like this?

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