With their clothes strewn across the floor, the ck satin shimmered coldly under the light. Despite the


    temperature in the room climbing, it did nothing to warm the chill off the fabric. There was no


    awkwardness, no shyness-everything just fell into ce. Memories flooded back, as vivid as if it were


    happening right in front of her.


    Three years ago, their entanglement in that hotel room was so clear in her mind.


    There was no intimacy closer than what they shared at that moment.


    Quintessa held Tyrone close; her nails were perfectly manicured and painted a deep, enchanting ck,


    so beautiful yet so dangerous. As she ran her fingers down Tyrone''s back, her sharp nails and


    undeniable strength left trails of red on his body, drawing lines that soon welled with blood.


    Quintessa gazed up at the crystal chandelier above them. The ceiling wasn''t high, but right now, it


    seemed so far away.


    Sweat dripped from Tyrone''s forehead, and soaked into the sheets. He''d craved this moment for so


    long, and the taste was as delicious as he''d imagined. Yet, strangely, he felt it wasn''t enough. What


    was he still missing?


    Pushing Tyrone gently, Quintessa sat at the head of the bed, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from


    the drawer. As she lighted one, the tip glowed in the dim room, with smoke swirling around her. Her


    cheeks flushed, and her allure was barely concealed within the smoke, like a siren.


    After finishing her cigarette in silence, Quintessa spoke, "I owe you a lot, Tyrone. I''ve used you more


    times than I can count. Thanks for not holding it against me. Since I got back, it had been your support


    that''s helped me find my footing in the entertainment industry. Thank you."


    Her voice was raspy and calm as a stillke, yet very serious and sincere. But Tyrone couldn''t help


    feeling uneasy.


    Suppressing his difort, Tyrone chuckled, "What, have a change of heart?"


    Quintessa smiled, "Yeah, you could say that."


    She stubbed out her cigarette and headed to the shower.


    Tyrone thought about following her but remained seated. He needed to ponder over her words. Why


    did they feel off?


    As the water washed away the fatigue and traces of their encounter, Quintessa cleaned herself up,


    changed into fresh clothes, and returned with damp hair.


    Putting on her shoes under the light, she said, "From now on, we''re just employer and employee."


    Tyrone''s expression darkened, "rify what you mean."


    Anxiety crept into Tyrone''s heart, like he was holding sand in his palmehe was desperate to grasp it


    tighter, yet felt powerless as it slipped through his fingers.


    "You got what you wanted. Let''s consider we''re even now."


    Quintessa''s newly formed trust in Tyrone shattered the moment she saw Alexander. It confirmed her


    belief that no man was trustworthy, and the only person she could trust was herself.


    She wasn''t angry at Tyrone, just being incredibly calm, feeling there was no need to continue their


    endless entanglement.


    Tyrone''s gaze hardened, "You wish, Quintessa. Even? You think you can just walk away?"


    Quintessa opened the door, and


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    turned to Tyrone with a faint smile,


    f you want an adult conversation, I''m here. But if it''s about ying with emotions, count me out." S


    And with that, she stepped out into the night, leaving a tangled web of emotions and unanswered


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