Chapter 677: Chapter 677: Stop Smoking
"Timmy..." Mrs. Quinn wanted him to stay, but Timmy had already run far away. She stood up stiffly, trying to cover up something, "I should go downstairs to keep an eye on Timmy. I’m afraid he might fall or get hurt."
"Mom," Jared Quinn lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and spoke slowly through the swirling smoke, asking bluntly, "Is Wendy Lynch’s matter related to you?"
Mrs. Quinn’s pupils contracted sharply, her hands clutched at her clothes, sweat pouring from her palms, recalling the moment Wendy Lynch threatened her, and the thing Wendy had given her...
"Jared, what kind of joke is this? How could Wendy Lynch’s matter be related to me? You’re my son, I couldn’t possibly do such a thing."
Mrs. Quinn’s every reaction fell into Jared Quinn’s eyes, his deep, narrow black gaze like a dark, haunting smoke spreading out, deep and terrifying, "That day, Wendy Lynch asked me to meet you, did you two plan something from the start?"
Jared Quinn, keen as ever, hadn’t overlooked his mother’s conduct but was unwilling to see his mother become too disgraceful in front of him.
"No!" Mrs. Quinn denied quickly, "What could I have planned with Wendy Lynch? I just happened to chat with her for a while at the party, absolutely nothing planned. Son, you can suspect anyone, but you can’t suspect your own mother. I’m on your side, how could I possibly let your cousin have something with you."
Jared Quinn was silent for a few seconds, his long fingers flicking the cigarette, his handsome face becoming even harsher and profound.
"Son, don’t overthink it. I don’t think you need to investigate this matter. Just give her some money and let her go abroad," Mrs. Quinn’s eyes dodged, she’d even thought of an escape route.
Whether it’s a cousin or not, it’s not a real sister; if there’s contact, there’s contact. Just get her out of the country quickly.
Jared Quinn’s eyes continued to stare at Mrs. Quinn.
Mrs. Quinn was already unsteady, quickly heading downstairs, "I just remembered I have other things to do. I’ve arranged to play mahjong. Look at me, I completely forgot about it."
"Stop smoking," Melody Thorne had appeared behind Jared Quinn, her fingers snatching his cigarette and tossing it into the trash can, pouting, "Did you forget I’m pregnant now? Aren’t you worried smoking would be bad for our baby?"
Jared Quinn’s gaze flickered as he reached out to embrace her, burying his head in the fragrant softness of her neck, inhaling the faint aroma of woman on her body, slightly tilting his head to kiss her neck, gently nibbling, leaving behind a series of teeth marks and amorous rosy red.
His large hand gripped her waist, kissing her lower bit by bit,
"Jared Quinn...嗯..." Melody Thorne’s slender white fingers entwined in his meticulously combed black hair, both hands holding her head.
"Melody, I haven’t touched her," Jared Quinn still explained.
"Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne’s face flushed red, Timmy’s room had a large mirror, and at this moment, her entire body was exposed in the reflection, making her want to flee.
