Traffic officer: You've got money, you've got nerve!

As they got into the car, Quintessa pulled off Tyrone's jacket and ran her fingers through her hair, "Sorry about your car, I'll pay you back."

Seeing Quintessa's indifferent expression and swollen eyes, Tyrone felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.

He smirked devilishly, "Alright then, how about you spend the night with me?"

He wanted to comfort her, but perhaps what Quintessa least desired at the moment was consolation.

Quintessa paused, then realized Tyrone's notion of "spend" wasn't about money, but about staying the night. She chuckled, "Not tonight, maybe another time. Just take me back to Harmony Retreat."

"No, I can't take you back there. Sean's waiting for you at the gate," Tyrone stepped on the gas, heading towards his place instead.

Quintessa frowned. She didn't want to see Sean; she was afraid she might lose control and do something drastic.

"Then, drop me off at the Requiem production set."

you, how could I let you go to work like this? Letting my

lips, unsure

the car's temperature, "If you're

Quintessa closed her eyes.

carried a heavy burden. She had witnessed her mother's death with her own eyes. The shock and trauma inflicted

to be a suicide, it was Sean and Lilian who directly caused it.

people decide to be cruel, they become the terrifying

at the doorstep

house, and Quintessa

.ne

eyes closed, she breathed evenly, her brows furrowed, strands of hair falling onto her face. Her

bumping into Mrs. York

"Mom." Tyrone whispered.

sigh of relief when she saw Quintessa was unharmed, "She's asleep, huh? Get her

on his bed, covered her with

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