Quintessa had thought for sure that after her cheekyment, Tyrone would blow his top. But instead,


    he just stared at her, dumbstruck, as a flush slowly spread across his cheeks, like he was blushing.


    Caught off guard, Quintessa chuckled and yfully lifted Tyrone''s chin, "What''s the matter? Feeling


    shy? Because I called you ''Sweetheart''?"


    Tyrone swatted Quintessa''s hand away, "You shut up."


    Quintessa burst intoughter, "Haha. I didn''t expect you to actually be bashful. Sweetheart,


    Sweetheart."


    She kept calling him ''Sweetheart'' on purpose, just to see him squirm. Finally, Tyrone couldn''t take it


    anymore and silenced her with a kiss.


    After the kiss, he picked up his jacket from the floor and tossed something at her casually, "It''s a thank-


    you gift from my mom."


    Leaning against the wall, Quintessa caught the beautifully wrapped small box without checking its


    contents, her fingers brushing her lips and said, "Did you speciallye here just to give me this gift?"


    Tyrone, his face burning, turned away, pretending to be uninterested, "You wish. I was on a business


    trip. Got nagged by my mom into stopping by to see you."


    Quintessa walked over and ced her hand on Tyrone''s shoulder, her fingers teasingly scratching his


    neck, "Just stopping by, huh?"


    Tyrone stiffly replied, "Of course."


    "If it''s just ''stopping by'', then scram. You''ve mooched off my bed for the night, you nning to keep


    mooching? You''re apany CEO for crying out loud,ing here to take advantage of your own


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    Tyrone leaned back, shamelessly retorting, "Of course I''m not. It''s not the first time I''ve taken


    advantage, and I still need to sleep. Don''t disturb me."


    Quintessa gritted her teeth, "If you''re still here when I get back, you''ll see."


    She grabbed her bag to leave. Tyrone nced at herzily, "There''s one more thing; do you wanna


    hear it or not?"


    "Forget it, what good thing could you possibly say."


    Tyrone turned over and hugged the pillow Quintessa had slept on, "Even so, about that person you


    asked me to look into, got some news, but guess you don''t wanna hear."


    Before he could finish, Quintessa, who had walked to the door, was already back, pressing down on


    him like a whirlwind, "Tell me, quick." Tyronezily said, "Didn''t you say you''d wait till you got back?"


    Quintessa nted a firm kiss on Tyrone''s lips, "Sweetheart, be good; spill it."


    The blush that had just faded from Tyrone''s face returned. Annoyed, he muttered, "You, as ady, can


    you not always snatch my words?"


    All this "Sweetheart" and "be good" should have been his lines when flirting, but Quintessa had beaten


    him to it.


    It felt as if Quintessa was the one courting him. Tyrone thought, "Fine, you court me, but at least hurry


    up about it!"


    Quintessa pinched Tyrone''s cheek, "Come on, spill."


    Lazily, Tyrone replied, "In my pants pocket; go get it yourself."


    Before his voice trailed off, Quintessa''s hand was already searching his pockets. She pulled out a piece


    of paper, nced at the address and number written on it, and curled her lips up, her smile cold and


    wicked.


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    Seeing Quintessa''s expression, Tyrone grabbed her hand, "I don''t care what you''re nning, but you


    have to let me know, or just tell me, and I''ll help you do it."