Chapter 36


    Rachel poured her heart out, her words painting a vivid picture of her undying love for Tyrone.


    Mrs. York felt a twinge of guilt as she listened, “You’re just too kind–hearted. Those little vixens cut


    there are no match for you. How can Tyrone, s, go on up, but don’t upset him. If he says no, don’t


    enter his room, or it’ll be your own downfall.”


    What Mrs. York had almost said was “How can he noty his eyes on you?” But she held back, not


    wanting to make Rachel feel worse.


    Rachel nodded, “Sure, don’t worry.”


    Tyrone tossed the paper bag on the floor, a corner of its contents peeking out – a pair of women’s high


    heels, ck, dainty, and delicate. It was Quintessa’s shoes that she had left. in the car.


    Narrowing his eyes at the heels, Tyrone was baffled at why he had brought them home. He recalled


    how Quintessa had tossed his shirt into a trash can and sneered, “Why didn’t I just throw these away


    too?”


    Someone was knocking at the door.


    “Who’s there?”


    Rachel’s voice came through, “Tyrone, it’s me. How’s your neck? Does it hurt? Let me put some


    ointment on it.”


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    Hearing Rachel’s voice, Tyrone felt a wave of repulsion, “Who let youe up? Get lost.”


    Rachel bit her lip, “Tyrone, I won’te in. Can I just stand at the door and talk to you for


    a moment?”


    She was 29 this year, soon to 30. Older than Tyrone by a year, she couldn’t afford to wait any longer.


    Every time she looked in the mirror and saw the fine lines at the corners of her eyes that no amount of


    skincare could hold back, she was filled with dread.


    She had to hurry up and marry into the York family. Any more dy and her chances. would dwindle


    even further.


    She had tried everything to win Tyrone’s favor, but to no avail. He wouldn’t even nce at her. Ever


    since that night three years ago when he slept with Quintessa, Tyrone’s disdain for her had only grown.


    Sometimes she wouldn’t see him for a whole month.


    Tyrone chuckled mockingly, leisurely undoing his shirt buttons. He remembered Quintessa’s delicate


    touch on his chest, a tickling sensation that he vowed not to let her


    go next time.


    With thoughts of Quintessa swirling in his mind, he coldly advised Rachel, “I suggest you


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    Chapter 36


    give up on your dream of marrying into the York family, Rachel. Do you think you’re worthy?”


    That statement was a dagger to Rachel. Her greatest dream was to be a part of the York family.


    She saw marrying Tyrone as her ultimate goal. She wanted to be someone of status, to have all of


    Emberbrook look up to her, to be respectfully addressed as Mrs. York, to be the envy of all other


    women.


    But for three years, Tyrone had ignored her, never so bluntly stating that she had no chance of joining


    the York family.


    His blunt words now made Rachel feel like she was copsing. She pushed open Tyrone’s door,


    “Tyrone, why can’t you ept me? What’s wrong with me? Tell me, and I’ll change, I’ll change until


    you’re satisfied.”


    Tyrone spun around, his eyes fierce, “Who gave you permission to open my door?”


    Rachel trembled with fear, “Tyrone, I didn’t mean to.”


    Suddenly, Rachel’s gaze fell to the floor beside Tyrone’s feet. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of


    the paper bag. As a woman, there was no mistaking it – those were a woman’s shoes.