Chapter 112

The thing was, it was a woman’s dress–a woman’s dreas that she had worn.

Tyrone had gone off the deep end, completely bonkers, wearing someone else’s hand–me–downs.

With a nonchalant backward slump, Tyrone drawled, “Booking rooms is your thing, isn’t it? The hotel you chose that night wasn’t bad, I must admit, and I was quite satisfied.”

Quintessa chuckled, rolling up her sleeves with a smirk, “Oh, finally coming clean, are we? I thought you’d play the shrinking violet forever, and never own up to it. Well, since you’ve opened up, let’s have a proper chat.”

The emphasis she put on ‘proper chat‘ signaled she meant business.

Tyrone squinted his eyes; his devilishly charming face made him look like he was asking for a punch, “Have I ever denied it? Really?”

Though he never confirmed it, he certainly never denied it either.

scoff. “Ha! Since you’ve owned up, let’s talk about the money for that room. I’m not going to fleece

you’ve become even more miserly over the years,

at her outstretched palm, Tyrone grabbed it and pulled her hand down towards him suggestively, “Tsk, but

stood up with a face

that I landed the lead role in ‘Whispers in the Wind. Where’s that leading role now? You had a free night with me, and I haven’t even pressed you for that. All I’m asking for is half the room cost,

back with his

burst out

“Get lost.”

stormy, and she pointed dramatically at the door as if to say,

his arms around Quintessa’s waist and rolled with her onto the bed, “So

could be. To everyone else, he was untouchable, never sparing a word or a glance as if it would be charity. But now, she was convinced that he had lost

seethed, “Tyrone, can you be any more

blouse with his

her blouse began to come off. “Tyrone, if

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Chapter 112

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