Tyrone whispered, "You're awake."

Hearing Tyrone's voice, Quintessa snapped to full awareness, quickly sitting up: "How long have I slept?"

"It's still early, barely past 4 PM."

"That late?" Quintessa quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Tyrone stopped her: "Where are you going?"

Quintessa tucked her hair behind her ears: "I need to get to the set."

Tyrone pushed her back down: "Look at you, you're as pale as a ghost. You're not going anywhere."

"But I have to. I have scenes tonight, and there's not much left. We could wrap up by this week. I can't delay everyone's schedule." Seeing her insistence, Tyrone could only say: "It's not even dark yet. What's the rush? Let's have dinner, and I'll drive you there."

Quintessa nodded: "Okay!"

Tyrone frowned slightly: "You're a woman; don't push yourself too hard."

"I'm not."

Tyrone chuckled coldly.

nor did he offer any words of comfort, because Quintessa wasn't someone who sought comfort. Like

just who she was, fragile yet not weak, stronger than anyone

Tyrone escorted Quintessa downstairs.

said: "You're up. Go drink that glass

that Mrs. York had

to Quintessa, and she murmured:

add some sugar. It won't

at the table, noticing there wasn't

head: "You? Wilma,

feel like I'm

puzzled: "Were you

laughed out loud,

face, felt content. He loved seeing her smile, no matter the kind - even if it

were being sensible

shrugged: "I can't lie, can

Quinn

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