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.”

then at the

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

jerk, you win. Now, would you be a dear and fetch my

it was becoming a Herculean task. It wasn’t that she was losing

pick it up for you just

kicked out, “You think I need a shoe to hit you?”

for later. Didn’t you say I should be doing more manly things?

wanted to

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

you moving or what? Take your couple’s quarrel home and stop blocking the way!” Quintessa’s face darkened instantly. Who the hell was

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

kicked him

here, don’t keep hitting me. What if

withdrew her foot, “What then? Drag you

felt the urge to drag Tyrone down with her; he was driving

where the hell did that cold, aloof man before

smirk, “Tsk, I never imagined your feelings for me were so deep,

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