Chapter 29
It was as if she was saying, “yeah, that's right, I did it on purpose; what are you gonna do aboutit?”
Tyrone didn't touch his cutlery, and Quintessa asked, “Don't fancy the dish? How about the slicedbeef?”
Quintessa scooped up a few for Tyrone, who just felt his stomach churning at the sight, though hisface betrayed no particular emotion.
This time, Quintessa wasn't going to let Tyrone off the hook. As long as he didnt pick up hisutensils, she'd keep serving him.
The indignation of being used for a free night's stay, being chewed up and humiliated- thosegrievances never dissipated from Quintessa’s heart. She was determined to get her own back fromTyrone.
Violet, watching from the side, furrowed her brow. She knew Quintessa well enough to know thatshe wasn't this impulsive. Moreover, it didn't seem like she was trying to cozy up to Tyrone. Rather,it seemed like she was trying to disgust him. What was she up to? Didn't she know Mr. York was notto be trifled with?
Violet wanted to warn Quintessa but was afraid of being too abrupt, so she could only worry insilence.
Tyrone, looking at Quintessa’s ingratiating face, said, “So eager for me to eat, huh?”
The lilt at the end of his sentence was like a hook, itching at one’s heart, making at seeminglyinnocuous comment sound like there was some mischief afoot between them. Quintessa smiled,“Indeed, it's all about whether Mr. York would do me the honor.”
Just when Quintessa was sure Tyrone wouldn't touch the cutlery, he surprised her by picking it up —specifically, the cutlery she had used.
Tyrone's hands, long and fair, even made the act of holding cutlery a sight to behold. He grabbed aslice of beef dripping with hot chili oil, and popped it into his mouth — his first time trying such athing. Tyrone didn’t even chew, and just swallowed it down.
To Quintessa’s astonishment, Tyrone took a taste and then burst into uncontrollable coughing.The spice hit him hard, and he coughed non-stop, his face turning a bright red. Quintessa feignedinnocence, "Oh, you can't handle spicy food? Why didn't you say so? I'm terribly sorry; howembarrassing”
Tyrone grabbed a glass of water and downed it in one; he then pulled out a handkerchief to dabaway the moisture from his lips.
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in actions that would seem awkward on anyone else, Tyrone managed to look effortlessly stylishQuintessa’s thirst for vengeance remained unquenched as she apologized again, 1 really am sorry,Mr. York I had no idea you couldn't handle the heat. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Director Cooper, not daring to offend this money man, quickly chimed in, “Had we known, we'dhave opted for the mild dishes, I apologize.”
Tyrone, watching Quintessa’s pretense, felt irritation rising. Deliberately, he said, “No matter, howcan I refuse a dish served by a beautiful lady?”
The people in the room cast complicated glances at Quintessa, who nearly bit her tongue infrustration, “What are you saying? That if a beauty offers you a cup of poison, you'd drink it too?”Tyrone let out a half-smile as he looked at her, “That depends on who's offering it.”
Quintessa could hardly force a smile because Tyrone was flirting with her! She grabbed a nearbyglass and took a swig, but the anger inside her refused to be quenched.
Beneath the table, Quintessa found Tyrone's foot and stomped down hard.
She wore her almost 2-inch-heel stiletto, sharp as nails, and she didn't hold back. The force of herstomp was like hammering a nail, and to make matters worse, Quintessa ground her heel in a bitmore for good measure.
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