Quintessa shifted uneasily in Tyrone''s arms.


    In front of Snow, Tyrone gently kissed her, "Easy now, nothing''s wrong. Go back to sleep; it''s still early."


    Snow couldn''t fathom his feelings.


    Tyrone nced up, "You nning to stay? Want to keep watching us sleep?"


    Snow really wanted to retort, "Have you no shame?"


    But what could he say in such a situation? Gritting his teeth, Snow turned to leave, but not before


    Tyrone added, "Mind shutting the door? It''s early, and we n to catch some more z''s." Snow clenched


    his fists. He was on the verge of losing it. How could someone be so infuriating? And yet he still shut


    the door.


    Seeing Quintessa''s post about her being sick had made Snow think. A woman''s defenses were down


    when she was ill, and he felt it was right to be there for her, no matter the reason. But it seemed she


    wasn''tcking infort. He was kidding himself.


    No, he had always been kidding himself. But damn it, his stubborn heart wouldn''t let up. The more


    Tyrone challenged him, the more determined he became. Quintessa was worth every ounce of effort.


    Back in the room, Tyrone pinched Quintessa''s cheek, "You''re pretty good at faking sleep."


    With a smack, Quintessa pped his hand away, leaving a red mark.


    "Geez, such a heavy hand."


    Quintessa sat up, rubbing her neck. She had already been awake but with the situation earlier, how


    could she face with Snow? Waking up would have only made things more awkward for everyone. As


    Quintessa got out of bed, her wrist was caught by Tyrone. He imed, "You owe me for the wet shirt."


    Quintessa nced at his chest and


    scoffed, Your shirt? Listen here, you''re wearing my clothes, sleeping in my bed, and you have the


    nerve to ask forpensation?" S


    "I''ve been your human pillow all night, and this is the thanks I get?"


    Quintessa shrugged off his grip, "Be thankful you didn''t end up sleeping on the streets. That''s more


    than enough, don''t you think?"


    Tyrone followed Quintessa to the bathroom; leaning against the doorframe as she brushed her teeth,


    he asked, "What''s your n for that man outside?"


    Tyrone was annoyed right now. He had just dealt with a Jonathan, and now Snow''s on the scene.


    Couldn''t he catch a break and cozy up his woman in peace? Quintessa, brushing her teeth, replied,


    "What''s my n? You''re here, aren''t you?"


    Tyrone strode over and wrapped his arms around her from behind, "You really okay with me handling


    him?"


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    After rinsing her mouth, Quintessa dried her lips with a towel, "If I don''t like someone, I don''t lead him


    on."


    Half-joking, Tyrone pressed, "And me? Are you saying you like me?"


    Quintessa turned, lifting his chin, and gave him a seductive smile, "Oh, Rachel''s fiancé, how could you


    be the same?"


    Initially, Quintessa had her sights on


    Tyrone for a reason. He was


    Rachel''s man - a prize not to


    be


    missed. After returning, the motive remained the same. S


    Tyrone''s gaze darkened, "I''m not Rachel''s man anymore."


    Quintessa tapped his chest lightly, "But she''s into you, isn''t she?"


    "And Jerome? He''s the one Miranda fancies."


    et


    Quintessa spoke indifferently, "Compared to him, I find you more intriguing. Besides, Miranda''s out of


    the picture, and Jerome, he''s of no use to me now."