My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 474: Unable to Resist
"Wait a second," Jared Quinn’s hand half embraced her as they walked to the kitchen.
The butler, who had been hiding in the shadows, stumbled and almost knocked out his own teeth, holding a software for video recording.
I wonder what Old Master Quinn would think upon seeing this?
In the kitchen, Melody Thorne was led all the way in. With previous experiences and Jared Quinn’s penchant for trying new positions, her face turned increasingly red, yet she didn’t know how to refuse...
Just two steps into the kitchen, Jared Quinn stopped her and walked toward the fridge, taking out a plate of shrimp. It was prepped, and it was Melody Thorne’s favorite.
"What are you doing?" Melody Thorne reacted late, her eyes fixed on the plate of shrimp in his hand.
The kitchen lights reflected off Jared Quinn’s rugged, sharp features. He turned his head only to see Melody Thorne staring at him, her face full of coyness...
That expression was like when he did that kind of thing with her. Jared’s teasing gaze fell on her, reminding her kindly, "It’s not what you think."
Her body is frail, so even when he wants to be with her, he restrains himself.
Melody Thorne’s skin was fair, so any hint of blush would be quite conspicuous, making her appear openly exposed at this moment.
"I didn’t, I wasn’t thinking about anything," Melody Thorne lifted her exquisitely porcelain chin, denying with all her might, as if someone had hit the nail on the head.
"Yeah, sure," Jared Quinn’s crimson lips curled into a smile, his large hands expertly cleaning the crystal shrimp, and surprisingly knowing to add salt, cooking wine, MSG, egg white, etc...
Melody Thorne stared at him as if she were looking at a stranger.
Is he planning to cook? That’s unimaginable. Jared Quinn cooking...
That’s scarier than the arrival of the apocalypse.
In the next second, her thoughts were confirmed. Jared Quinn added oil after those condiments, not just a little, but a lot. Judging by his approach, that plate of shrimp would become deep-fried.
"Wait," Melody Thorne snatched the shrimp from him as he was about to pour it, also taking the cooking spatula from his hand. She took out much of the oil before adding the shrimp...
Jared’s deep and formidable face showed a trace of stiffness. The book said to add oil first before stir-frying, but it didn’t specify how much, so he poured a whole small bottle in...
Cooking truly is a complicated affair.
Melody Thorne raised her hand, unable to hold back a chuckle, "Jared Quinn, were you trying to make shrimp for me to eat?"
"No," he turned his perfect profile towards her, his cold eyes gazing out the window.
Melody Thorne’s lips curved, "So, are you planning to make it for Timmy to eat?"
Jared pressed his lips in silence; making it for the kid? Unlikely.
"Next time, I’ll definitely do better," Jared Quinn’s hands wrapped around her from behind, his chin resting on her neck, another large hand covering her small hand that was stir-frying, guiding her through the motions.
Melody Thorne tilted her head slightly, leaned forward, kissed Jared Quinn on his lips quickly, then withdrew, her heart pounding.
She probably didn’t expect Jared Quinn would learn to enter the kitchen he always disdained, for her.
The lofty and noble man had become so down-to-earth at this moment...
