CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 94: WHO IS THE CLOSE RELATIVE?

"If you dare move again, I’ll throw you in right now!" Jared Quinn’s cold, harsh face had completely darkened, his gaze threatening as he spoke. Would he stoop to tricking women?

Melody Thorne’s lips moved without making a sound, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at the man above her, as if staring at a ferocious beast ready to strike, while she was the little bunny waiting to be slaughtered.

That look ignited a fierce desire in him to invade.

Jared Quinn’s eyes closed tightly for a moment as he cursed under his breath, holding her as he walked outside.

In the car, Melody seemed frightened, her eyes continually showing signs of defense, until they arrived at the hospital. Jared carried her out of the car, her gaze defensively looking in another direction.

Jared also glanced in that direction, his cold brows furrowing more intensely—it was towards the psychiatric ward, and the body in his arms trembled as if he really had locked her up there before.

"Don’t look anymore," Jared said in a deep voice. If he hadn’t been carrying her, he might have covered her eyes.

Melody turned back, her lips tightly pursed, her gaze suggesting he’d really done something terrible to her, and it was filled with a certain pain.

Jared took her through the VIP entrance, as they were secretly married and feared being recognized. The VIP area was under Dr. Moe’s jurisdiction, where most knew them.

"Master Quinn."

"Master Quinn."

Dr. Moe’s few subordinates watched wide-eyed as Jared brought a woman in late at night.

"Check her out," Jared said, placing Melody onto a nearby soft couch, his face cold as he turned and pulled out a cigarette at the window, his expression extremely grim.

The doctor quietly looked at Jared’s demeanor, took Melody’s temperature, examined her, and wrote a report on her case. But when filling out the family section, he glanced at the man by the window, didn’t dare to speak,

and turned to ask Melody, "How should this be filled out?"

Melody’s voice was somewhat hoarse; she had just swallowed some medicine and had an IV drip in her right hand. She glanced over; Jared had made it clear they couldn’t reveal their relationship under any circumstances. Thinking for a moment, she rasped, "Distant relative."

"Cough, cough, cough," the doctor coughed violently several times.

Jared turned around, a sharp glow in his eyes, "Who’s the close relative?"

Her period, Melody thought to herself, avoiding his gaze with a cold snort.

"Master Quinn, should we prepare a VIP room?" a doctor cautiously asked.

Several cigarette butts lay at Jared’s feet, but his expression remained poor, "If we don’t use the VIP room, can she sleep here?"

The doctor paused, "...Miss Thorne?"

Jared’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Melody attempting to stand and walk on her own. He strode over and picked her up, heading toward the VIP room.

"You can go back; I’ll return myself tomorrow morning," Melody said, her voice raspy.

"Shut up!"

Melody "!!!"

She believed firmly that within Jared Quinn’s cold-blooded nature there was not a single trace of gentleness!

"Ding," the phone in Melody’s pocket chimed, she glanced down.

Then she looked up at Jared Quinn, shooting him a glance, and then another.

"Speak!"

PS: Torture the male lead, raise your hand if you agree.