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.

anyone who got close would be

th the

xt second.

her for a good half hour, his calm exterior grew Increasingly agitated. Abruptly, he turned

dialed a number: “Hey, it’s me. Erase all the surveillance footage

voice on

“Why? It’s my family’s hospital. I

suppress the rage boiling inside him, so he tossed the phone aside

slender ankle, “Get out. This

again, Quintessa murmured,

teeth,

lazy kick, “I’ve slept with you. What’s

Tyrone was speechless.

in bed and pulled the entire blanket over himself.

curled up on the edge, looking like she might fall off at any moment, and continued to sleep soundly. It seemed

others would;

all that fuss, he was the one who ended up shortchanged.

his foot; a simple nudge would

retracted his

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