My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 480: How Many Times Do You Want to Hear It?

"What?" Melody Thorne pretended not to grasp his words, her gaze shifting to the long dining table laden with a plate of exquisite crystal shrimp, looking especially tempting, along with several other dishes that she loved; they seemed freshly prepared.

And here, it was just her and Jared Quinn...

"This looks delicious," Melody Thorne swiftly grabbed the chopsticks on the table, her quick hands reaching for the plate.

Jared Quinn’s brow twitched slightly; his long arm immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, taking the chopsticks away with her.

He was more than happy if she liked his cooking, but that wasn’t the priority now; the priority was changing how she addressed him.

"If you want to eat, then change it quickly," Jared Quinn threatened softly, both coaxing and deceiving. "Change it and Timmy will cook for you."

"How do I know if the taste is good?" Melody Thorne huffed.

Jared Quinn glared at her, gritting his teeth, then shoved the chopsticks back into her hand. "Try a bite first."

He had practiced no less than dozens of times; he had enough confidence that it definitely didn’t taste any worse than those foreign chefs he had invited.

Melody Thorne hummed a melody as she struggled, prying his large fingers off her waist and heading towards the plate of shrimp, quickly picking up several pieces and stuffing them into her mouth. The taste was just right, exceptionally delicious...

"How is it?" Jared Quinn leaned against the dining table, one hand tucked into his suit pocket, his side gaze fixed on her, a certain emotion now stirring in his usually calm dark eyes.

"It’s alright," Melody Thorne smacked her lips, taking another chopstick-full.

Clearly, the food was very much to her taste, and she had also sampled the dishes from other plates.

"Melody Thorne," Jared Quinn had already walked behind her, snatching away her chopsticks, his big hands reaching into her clothes, fumbling with her buttons, "Are you going to call or not?"

He definitely had ways to make her call...

Melody Thorne dodged, her ears turning red as she struggled against his big hands, repeatedly exclaiming, "I’ll call... I’ll call, isn’t it enough?"

Jared Quinn paused his actions, turning her around, his burning gaze shimmering brightly.

She had called before, and that was to plot against Jared Quinn, she could call easily.

Dammit, why feel shy at this moment?

"Hmm?" Jared Quinn raised her chin, colliding his gaze with hers.

Melody Thorne coughed twice, both hands gripping one side of her dress. "Hu...husband."

The voice was as tiny as a mosquito, but Jared Quinn was always sharp, he heard it clearly.

"Say it again," his big hand stroked Melody Thorne’s waist, as if he couldn’t get enough of hearing it.

Melody Thorne blushed, trying to appear composed. "Husband."

This time, her voice was a bit louder than before, which satisfied Jared Quinn more and more, but still not enough. Bending down, Jared Quinn lifted her up, heading to the bedroom. "No rush, you can say it as many times as you want tonight."

"Jared Quinn, I’m hungry," Melody Thorne covered her stomach with one hand.

Jared Quinn looked down at her, then glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; it was already seven in the evening, definitely time for dinner.

"Then let’s eat first," Jared Quinn turned back toward the dining table.

"You’re not allowed to fight me for it," Melody Thorne commandeered all the food Jared Quinn had prepared.

"Hmm," Jared Quinn poured two glasses of red wine, in his eyes, she was his most delectable prey.

The meal was quickly finished, and the glass of red wine was also emptied by Melody Thorne, the light and shadows in front of her began to blur slightly.

"Had too much? Go sleep?" Jared Quinn intended to carry her.