Chapter 72

“Is she pretty

Had he not seen women prettier than her?

Good–natured?

What a joke! He never knew a woman who could have such a foul temper.

Kind?

Bullcrap. He had never met anyone more malicious or deceitful than her,

And yet, why did he, Tyrone, do such irrational things for her? He actually helped her commit murdert

Tyrone glared at Quintessa. When people are sleep, they usually lower their defenses, and maybe become less irritating.

But she was different. Even in sleep, she still had her fists clenched, her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed; her face always carried a guard against the world.

who got close would be

th the

xt second.

a good half hour, his calm exterior grew Increasingly agitated. Abruptly,

me. Erase all the surveillance footage from the hospital

voice on the

into a cold smirk. “Why? It’s my family’s hospital. I want

Tyrone felt him unable to suppress the rage boiling inside him, so he tossed the phone aside and stormed

slender ankle, “Get

Quintessa murmured,

his teeth,

kick, “I’ve slept with you.

Tyrone was speechless.

lay in bed and pulled the entire blanket

she got cold enough, but she curled up on the edge, looking like she might fall off at any moment, and

warmth like others would; she just lay,

fuss, he was

foot; a simple nudge would

after a few seconds, he retracted his foot and turned

ཆེ ཇ ཅེརྦ ྂ

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