My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 227: What Are You Trying to Do?

"Timmy..." Melody Thorne jogged over, somewhat surprised. At this moment, Timmy’s gaze was colder than anything, a look not typically seen on a young child,

which made her heart ache a little.

"Melody," Timmy turned his head, and the coldness in his eyes began to thaw.

Even his voice carried a sense of insecurity as he spoke, "Where did you go?"

Melody Thorne lifted Timmy onto the sofa, warming his slightly cool hands. "I went to film. Haven’t I just come back?"

"But you didn’t even say goodbye to me, nor did you take me with you," Timmy said, feeling wronged.

"Alright, alright, it was my fault, darling. Next time, I’ll definitely say goodbye and take you with me, alright?" Melody Thorne kissed his little face, pressing his head against her shoulder. "Why not take a nap? I’ll stay home with you tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

It was already past ten at night, and Timmy was indeed sleepy. He closed his eyes, his little hands still clutching her clothes tightly.

Melody Thorne patiently waited for him to fall asleep before carrying him upstairs.

Jared Quinn, having changed into grey silk pajamas, also walked into Timmy’s room.

He was well aware that the child Melody Thorne was holding was much more cunning than he appeared.

Upon entering, indeed, the little guy was acting as if he lacked security, resting his head on Melody Thorne’s arm and curling up like a child deprived of maternal love. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Yet it was this very child who recently injured a sparring partner two or three years older than himself.

Jared Quinn walked in, moved Melody Thorne’s arm away from the small head, and said lowly, "If you don’t want to be punished, sleep well. Your recent actions are pardoned."

"What?" Melody Thorne suddenly found herself being lifted, widening her mouth to avoid waking Timmy.

Jared Quinn cast a nonchalant glance at the small figure on the bed, then left with Melody Thorne in his arms.

Timmy opened his closed eyes, sat up, and in his small pupils were clearly written words: he was very displeased. As expected, the father was more cunning than the son.

Melody Thorne was placed on the big bed, quickly turned over, and stared defensively at Jared Quinn for a few seconds before swiftly getting off the bed and retrieving a few items from the wardrobe to bring back to the bed.

Among them were handcuffs and ankle restraints.

Jared Quinn observed her with interest. Those were what the housekeeper had prepared but had never been used.

Melody Thorne opened a pair and clasped one on Jared Quinn’s big hand. When she was about to cuff his other hand, Jared Quinn casually moved his hand away, his gaze deep and mysterious. "What do you want to do?"

"Are you afraid to let me lock you up?" Melody Thorne looked at him, her finger lifting his chin. "We have a deal between us. You make me happy, and I make you happy. Cooperation makes us all happy, right?"

Jared Quinn let out a mocking laugh, looking at her assertively seated posture. "I’ll let you lock me, but you must lock me to my satisfaction."

"Alright," Melody Thorne nodded readily, moving swiftly to secure his hands to the bedpost and his feet at the bed’s end, occupying the whole bed by himself.

Then she took the quilt from the big bed and set the air conditioning to its coldest setting.

"Melody Thorne, don’t go too far," Jared Quinn’s forehead twitched slightly.

Melody Thorne undid his pajamas and got off the bed, carrying the quilt out with a slightly cold face. "Enjoy yourself."

It was a form of revenge for him tacitly allowing what Leon Rivers did.

Little Timmy was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside. They didn’t sound like his dad’s; they were light and slow, and he quickly shut his eyes,