Novel Sweet
Chapter 10
Tyrone raised an eyebrow, “Do you dare?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Rachel had purposely told Tyrone that Quintessa was leaving town today. She wanted to stand before Quintessa with Tyrone by her side, declaring that no matter what games Quintessa played, this man belonged to her.
But she had underestimated Quintessa; the woman never played by the rules.
Quintessa glanced sideways at Rachel, “Did my dear auntie ever mention that I’m bold as brass?”
With that, Quintessa stood on her tiptoes and captured Tyrone’s lips in a daring kiss. Their familiarity with each other’s mouths turned the kiss into a steamy embrace, causing onlookers to blush and hearts to race.
Miranda spat out in disgust, grabbing Jerome’s hand and said, “Jay, sorry for the spectacle. Quintessa has no shame whatsoever.”
Jerome’s lips curled as the light glinted off his glasses, and his warm eyes darkened with intrigue.
Quintessa let go of Tyrone, “Tyrone, when you’re in Serenitia, don’t forget to look me up.”
Tyrone squinted at her slightly swollen lips, “Depends on my mood.”
“With me around, could your mood possibly be bad?”
“You never know. It might just get worse.”
Cursing Tyrone silently a hundred times, Quintessa tiptoed again for another quick kiss,
“And now?”
“Barely passable.”
Quintessa turned to shoot a defiant glance at a pale–faced Rachel, lifting her chin as if to say, “What are you going to do about it?”
Today, Quintessa was on cloud nine, her actions screaming to Rachel, “He might be your man, but I’m the one enjoying him.”
Gathering her luggage, Quintessa swept her gaze across the entire Young family with a smirk, “I’ll be back.”
She had to return; how could she rest easy abroad when the Young family members were still living well? She was young and alone, capable of accepting defeat.
But one day, she vowed to return and reclaim every debt the Young family owed her and her mother.
Quintessa strode away decisively, her slender silhouette quickly vanishing at the security checkpoint.
With the troublemaker gone, the Youngs collectively exhaled in relief. A flash of resentment flickered in Lilian’s eyes. She would never allow Quintessa to set foot in Emberbrook again.
Exiting the airport, Rachel jogged to catch up with Tyrone.
Her fiancé had been kissing her niece right in front of her, a direct slap to her face. Yet, in Tyrone’s presence, she was too intimidated to speak up.
“Tyrone, wait for me.”
He had barely gotten into the car when Rachel arrived, panting, and slid into the passenger
seat.
Tyrone looked at her with disgust, “Get out!”
“But Tyrone.” Rachel started, her voice laced with hurt.
Impatiently, Tyrone snapped, “Don’t make me kick you out.”
Rachel shivered. Tyrone wasn’t the kind of man who refrained from hitting women; if one angered him, he wouldn’t care about gender- he’d strike just the same.
Biting her lip, Rachel said, “Just drive carefully.”
She opened the door and stepped out.
Miranda pulled up beside Rachel in Jerome’s car, “Oh, Aunt Rachel, you’re looking pretty pathetic. Need a lift?”
Rachel turned to face Miranda’s gloating expression and offered a cold smile, “Rather than wasting time mocking me, you might want to spend it keeping an eye on your man. Wouldn’t want to find out he slept with her too, with nowhere left for you to cry.”