Chapter 386

In that moment, Quintessa could hear nothing but Tyrone's voice. His presence became clearer and clearer in her eyes until he was all she could see. Frozen in place, Quintessa finally managed to ask, "Does that include your entire York Financial Group?"

"Everything!" "But why?"

A sly smile played on Tyrone's lips. "Because you're my woman, Quintessa. I want to treat you right, spoil you rotten... simply because I've fallen for you."

Tyrone let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Remember when you told me I'd better pray I don't fall for you? Looks like I didn't get that divine protection, huh? So, what do we do now?" Quintessa's heart was pounding. She had finally heard the confession she had been waiting for from Tyrone.

She had made this untouchable man fall in love with her.

Back then, she had been filled with so much hatred and rage, swearing to herself more than once: Tyrone, I'll make you fall for me and then, I'll destroy you.

Now... after everything they've been through, Tyrone had changed so much right before her eyes, transforming little by little.

Her journey had been smooth sailing thanks to Tyrone.

She owed her survival today to him!

made with such conviction back then, she

"But have you ever considered that I've never seen

or rather, she hadn't let anyone into her

to be entangled in any emotions, nor did she want to drag anyone down with her. She had told herself that she was destined

shocked by Quintessa's words. He had anticipated her

you like Snow?" he

shook her

"What about Jonathan?"

she shook her

"And Alexander...?"

had decisively shaken her head at the previous names, but at this one, she

darkened. "Why the

once. I don't know if it was liking or not: But that bit of fondness faded with

were to pursue

it wouldn't be

vel.n

him."

had stayed the same between them, Quintessa thought, maybe she would have truly fallen for Alexander. But there were no such things as what-ifs. Once

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