Quintessa''s breath, her lips, they felt warm, as if she carried the summer heat with her, causing Tyrone


    to feel a slight buzz in his head for a moment, as if he had caught a bit of sunstroke. Tyrone, lips


    pressed against Quintessa''s, asked, "How about we double up next time?"


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow, her fingers crawling from his back up to his shoulder, "If you''ve got the


    chops, we can even triple it."


    Tyrone felt like he was being flirted with again. He moved his lips, about to speak, when suddenly the


    door burst open.


    Manny barged in, and upon seeing the two in apromising embrace, lips locked, his face turned


    beet red, "I-I shouldn''t be here. I''ll just go outside."


    Manny dropped off some stuff and hurried out, "Um, those are the meds the doc prescribed, Quinn.


    Remember to take themter."


    Seeing the medicine reminded Tyrone of the doctor''s advice, and the desire Quintessa had stoked was


    quickly cooling down. He said coolly, "I''m good, but I worry you''re not up for it."


    "Me?" Quintessa raised an eyebrow, wondering why Tyrone''s tone had suddenly shifted.


    Quintessa''s finger brushed Tyrone''s lips, "Don''t you know what I''m capable of?"


    Tyrone brushed Quintessa''s hand away, "Capable, huh. You''ve got skills alright, sleeping without a


    nket in the middle of the night. Who asked you to throw the nket on mest night?" The doctor


    had said Quintessa''s fainting wasn''t just from heat exhaustion; she had caught a chillst night, leading


    to a slight fever.


    "I saw you lying on the floor; didn''t want you catching a cold."


    Tyrone''s breathing became heavier with irritation, "I''m a man; what''s a night on the floor to me?"


    Quintessa frowned, "I''m used to it; besides, it''s not like anything''s wrong with me, right? I didn''t feel like


    there was anything off with my body."


    Tyrone suddenly wanted to grab Quintessa by the neck and shake her vigorously, wondering if that


    might shake some sense into her head. This woman never took her health seriously.


    Tyrone scoffed, "Nothing''s wrong?


    Do you even realize you''ve had a


    low-grade fever, you''re


    malnourished and overworked? You''re running your health into the ground, Quintessa. Do you really


    think you''re invincible? You''re a woman, not a machine."


    Quintessa stunned by the shouting, took a moment to respond, and thenughed, "Of course, I know.


    l.n


    Otherwise, I wouldn''t dare seduce you. Why so angry? Are you worried about me?"


    Tyrone pushed Quintessa away, "Right now, I don''t want to kiss you; I don''t even want to touch you.


    You better close your eyes and rest.”


    Quintessa couldn''t figure out why Tyrone was suddenly so angry. Was he concerned about her health?


    Quintessa ventured, "I''ve got a scene this afternoon; after getting hydrated I should head to the set."


    Tyrone grabbed Quintessa''s slender


    wrist, "Scene, scene, scene, is that all


    you have in your head? If you dare


    go to the set this afternoon,


    make


    sure you won''t get a role ever again.”


    Quintessa blinked, "Besides acting, I''ve got vendettas to attend to!"


    Tyrone pointed at her, "You!"


    He felt if he continued this conversation with Quintessa, he truly might lose control and strangle her.


    Tyrone let go of her hand and stormed out, mming the door behind him. Quintessay stunned on


    the bed; then couldn''t help butugh out loud. Who had ever seen Tyrone caring for someone like this?


    If this wasn''t love, then what was? Had she really got this man wrapped around her finger?Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.