CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 103: DID YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE?

"You all come over here," Melody Thorne waved at the servants, "Grandfather fell inside, didn’t you hear the noise?"

But... they clearly saw the old man shout and leave with the butler just now, did they see things wrong?

"Hurry up, what are you standing there for?" Melody’s expression turned cold.

Several servants hurried to Jared Quinn’s grandfather’s room, but aside from the sound of running water from the bathroom, there was no one there.

"He must have fallen in the bathroom, quickly open the door," Melody said anxiously.

The person inside heard the chaotic footsteps outside, getting closer and closer to the bathroom. His brows furrowed slightly, just as he was about to take the towel beside him...

"Splash," the bathroom door was opened.

Everyone gasped at the scene before them, feeling a chill down their spines.

Melody raised her eyebrows and looked over. The bathroom door was half-open, as the man reached out to block it at the moment it was opened. She saw a tall, slender figure, honey-colored skin, the shower was still running, beads of water slid down the man’s cold, handsome profile, down the neck, and along the brick-like abs.

And further down...

She covered her eyes, and in an instant, a suffocating aura filled the entire bedroom...

The servants in front were trembling, faces pale.

In the hall.

The man wore a gray silk robe, his cold, sharp features filled with hostility.

Grandfather Quinn sat on the sofa pretending to be calm, lecturing the servants seriously, "How could you be so inconsiderate? The young master was taking a bath, and you dared to rush in? Go, go, all of you go get punished."

"Yes, yes," the servants, one after another, wanted to leave quickly.

"Had enough of the ruckus?" Jared’s eyes landed on Grandfather Quinn with a simmering anger, "Everyone who entered the room today is fired!"

"Yes, yes," the butler didn’t dare say anything more.

Grandfather Quinn had originally planned to get the young master in for a bath, then trick the young mistress in to see if the two of them had become closer. After all, being alone together... but who knew the young mistress was so shrewd now...

"I’m going to bed as well, I’m going to bed," Grandfather Quinn stood up.

"Grandfather, it’s probably better not to leave the room so easily next time," Melody said with a half-smile, "I remember you did this last time, and the time before that too."

Grandfather Quinn: "..."

Wasn’t it all for your sake?

Jared turned his head, stood up, and grabbed Melody’s arm with a gentle yet angry demeanor, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"No," Melody said innocently, "I thought Grandfather really fell."

"Would I believe that?"

"If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do," Melody shrugged.

Jared: "..."

He wrapped his big hand around her waist, leaned down to her ear, and said wickedly, "Let’s go upstairs to sleep."

He was almost exposed, and as his wife, she wanted to escape? How could that be?

"Don’t you think you’re slapping yourself in the face by being interested in me now?" Melody’s legs turned weak, and in an instant, she was pinned to the bed by him.

Jared looked at the somewhat arrogant woman beneath him, his big hand pulling at her nightdress, ready to kiss her.

As his big hand reached her back to unclasp her, he touched something and looked up.

PS: Guess what he’ll see?