Jared Quinn looked at her with a bit of helplessness. He had to consider going abroad on a business trip and coming back once he could control the situation.

"What should I do? I feel so empty." Melody Thorne lay on the big bed, rolling back and forth.

Jared Quinn "..."

"What did you say?" He leaned down, his eyes fixed on her.

"I said I feel so empty." Melody Thorne pulled on the clothes on her shoulder with one hand. Her little tongue lightly bit the corner of her lips, her eyes enticingly looking at him. "What should I do?"

Jared Quinn closed his eyes tightly, leaned down and grabbed the little enchantress on the bed, kissing her fiercely. As the kiss deepened with passion, his big hands ventured downward.

Timmy, who had run to the third floor, stood by the door and heard the sounds inside. He was about to push the door open to see what was happening, but remembered Jared Quinn’s warning.

If you don’t knock, you’re not allowed to enter their room.

"Knock knock" Timmy knocked on the door twice. The two people inside immediately paused, Melody Thorne’s face flushed crimson as she pushed the man on top of her. "You go check."

"Weren’t you feeling empty?" Jared Quinn wickedly curled his lips.

"You go see if it’s Timmy," Melody Thorne covered her face with the blanket.

Jared Quinn, still full of fire, slipped on a robe and opened the door, looking down at the small figure standing outside. "What’s up?"

"What are you guys doing?" Timmy craned his head inside.

Jared Quinn blocked him. "She’s a bit tired and went to sleep first. You go downstairs for dinner."

Looking at his expressionless father, Timmy even more didn’t want to leave. "I want to sleep with you guys here."

"Don’t want the imported toys anymore?" Jared Quinn glanced at him indifferently.

"I do, I do, I want them," Timmy glanced inside the room again but only saw his dad’s blocking leg, huffed, and went downstairs.

"Young Master, aren’t Madam and Sir coming downstairs for dinner?" The butler had just walked up to the second floor.

"My dad is so bad," little Timmy huffed coldly. "Melody said she felt empty, which must mean she’s hungry, but my dad just made her sleep and wouldn’t let her come down to eat."

"Pfft," the butler almost laughed out loud, his old face turning red. "How did you know?"

"I stood by the door and heard it just now."

"Alright, alright, next time you hear these things, remember to stand further away."

"Huh?"

"Eat, eat."

In the room on the third floor, Jared Quinn looked at the little woman in his arms who had already fallen asleep, his handsome face revealing a hint of worry. As he moved slightly, Melody Thorne’s hands and feet immediately clung to him, afraid he’d leave. Her head rested on his chest, sound asleep.

Continuing like this, he feared he might really become uncontrollable like Father Quinn.

In another room at the corner of the third floor, a woman curled up in the dark corner, likewise unable to fall asleep, especially since those torturous sounds were so obvious, making it impossible to ignore.

Her eyes grew increasingly sinister.

In the morning, Timmy was waiting downstairs with his backpack,

"What’s the matter?" Jared Quinn came downstairs in a black suit, making him look even taller and more imposing.

Melody Thorne’s gaze also fell on Timmy.

"I feel empty too," Timmy murmured, "I’m very, very empty. I want someone to be with me. Yesterday I checked what ’empty’ means; it means needing someone."

Melody Thorne "!!"

The back of her ears quietly turned red.