Chapter 163

The next moment, a wail emanated from inside the car, and Quintessa’s shoe flew out of the window.

At that moment, all Quintessa could think was: Why the hell did I ever open my mouth to ask him?

She knew damn well that nothing good ever came out of Tyrone’s mouth.

-To sleep with her until waking up naturally?

Ha! She’d like to punch him awake every single day.

Tyrone pushed his hair back, narrowly avoiding the flying shoe. He checked his reflection in the rearview mirror, smoothing his hair back into place with a look of disgust for Quintessa, “What, haven’t washed your feet in days? They stink!”

Quintessa, with one bare foot propped up on the dashboard, shot back, “Had I known I’d be using my shoe to hit you today, I wouldn’t have washed my feet for a week.”

bare foot, then at the abandoned shoe

my grand plans under wraps. It is you that have asked me, and I just told the truth. How can you blame me? Though the goal isn’t easy to achieve, one must always dream, and you can’t stop me from dreaming beautifully!”

a jerk, you win. Now, would you be a dear

that her words could make Tyrone turn red and get furious. But these days, it was becoming a Herculean task. It wasn’t that she was losing her

an idiot, to pick it up for you just to let you

I need a shoe

a squeeze, “Easy, save some of that energy for later. Didn’t you say I should be doing more manly things? I’m all prepared

to curse.

the sound of honking came from behind; Tyrone’s car was blocking the way, and

home and stop blocking the way!” Quintessa’s face

the window and shouted back, “Who said we’re quarreling? This is us being

kicked him

a surprisingly good mood, started the car, “I’m driving here, don’t keep hitting me. What if I lose my cool and

her foot, “What then? Drag

urge to drag Tyrone down with her;

that

never imagined your feelings for me were so deep, ready to join me in the

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