Chapter 142


    Chapter 142


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    What he had on his mind was indeed that particr matter, but somehow, he had missed all the chancesid out before him.


    Sure, he could shrug off most things, but a man’s pride wasn’t something he could just dismiss on a whim.


    What Tyrone sought was Quintessa’s wholehearted consent, not coercion. He craved a conquest of both body and spirit.


    But it seemed to be a bit of a challenge.


    Quintessa scoffed, “Isn’t that the truth.”


    In some ways, she truly did understand Tyrone, just as he understood her.


    Arriving at Harmony Retreat, Tyrone followed Quintessa upstairs.


    He had driven all night with little rest, but aside from some redness in his eyes, he looked surprisingly chipper.


    He was excited. Quintessa was inviting him into her home. Maybe, just maybe, he''d be crossing that threshold sooner than he


    thought.


    His time in Zion City hadn’t been wasted, and those business cards weren''t handed out for nothing.


    Taming Quintessa seemed just around theer.


    But then-


    As she snatched her luggage from Tyrone and tossed it inside, she said, “I’m beat. Need to catch some Z’s. Got a ton to do when


    | wake up, super busy. If you can’t handle it, take care of yourself. After all, you’ve got hands, right?”


    Tyrone was taken aback, then he gritted his teeth, “Quintessa!”


    Quintessa cut him off, “Thanks for bringing up my bags.”


    m went the door.


    Left outside, Tyrone stood there like a fool. Had he been reduced to just a porter?


    After a moment, he cursed, “Damn it, Quintessa.”


    Just as he finished, the door swung open again. Tyrone thought Quintessa had finally realized how awful she


    invite him in.


    top was and was ready toContent bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    Instead, she fished around in her pocket and handed him a few coins, “Here, your tip. Go grab yourself a muffin.”


    Then, the door mmed shut once more.


    Quintessa kicked off her shoes, copsed onto the bed, and with a clear conscience, fell asleep in less than three seconds.


    Tyrone stood outside for ten minutes, but the door remained shut. He finally had to


    He pulled out a cigarette and mped it between his lips.


    What was this all about?


    face the facts. “You''re really


    He got it now; Quintessa had treated


    him like nothing more chara aiVer—a


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    Watch all of opening up, huh?”


    He had thought that Quintessa


    regarded him as someone


    trustworthy, but now it dawned


    him that an ID was Webdedtor taking


    nés Mins, dammit. After pulling


    that stunt, Quintessa needed to cover


    her tracks. If the cops checked and


    found out she left Zion City the day


    Roxanne had trouble, she’d be a


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    This woman was crafty, indeed.


    Tyrone felt like aplete idiot for only realizing the obvious now.


    Clutching the coins, he nearly ground his teeth to dust.


    “| drove all night, and this is what | get? A couple of lousy coins?”