Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone’s voice was icy, “Take a break.”

Quintessa shoved him forcefully, “You didn’t come all this way just to chat under the blankets, did you? I don’t have the luxury to lie in bed with you. Either we get down to business, or you can get lost.”

Tyrone’s brows furrowed tightly. He was used to telling others to scram, but in front of this woman, he was always the one being told to hit the road.

And yet, he just couldn’t bring himself to leave.

Tyrone wasn’t the type to sweet–talk a woman. He couldn’t even utter an apology, let alone know how to begin one.

He never thought he needed to apologize to a woman, even though he did feel a bit sorry for Quintessa.

But Quintessa was something else. He felt annoyed by her, yet he couldn’t let go.

Did he like her?

Tyrone didn’t think so. In his mind, even if he did fall for a woman, it wouldn’t be someone like Quintessa.

But it was precisely because he didn’t think he liked her, and yet couldn’t let go, that he felt such strange irritation.

Tyrone’s expression turned cold, and he lifted Quintessa’s chin with his hand.

“I learned about that Jerome incident.”

Quintessa paused, her face full of scorn: “So, why are you here? Feeling guilty? Pity? Sympathy?”

“From now on, if you’re in trouble, you can come to me, and the Young family won’t let anyone chase after you again.”

Quintessa knocked Tyrone’s hand away; she came to know why he had come all of a sudden. It seemed he had investigated her life in Serenitia.

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She sneered, “If you had shown up like this when I needed someone the most, I might have fallen for you and done anything for you. But now, Tyrone, I truly find you repulsive.” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

For the first time, Tyrone tried to speak gently to a woman, but she wasn’t having any of it.

Tyrone clenched his teeth, “Can’t you just accept a little kindness?”

Quintessa laughed sarcastically, “Seems like you forgot that I’m naturally shameless. What do I need shame for? Do I even have shame?”

Tyrone felt it impossible to have a conversation with Quintessa, she was all thorns, through and through.

Without another word, he pulled her into his embrace, “Let’s sleep.”

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Quintessa demanded, “Let go.”

Tyrone didn’t budge, and suddenly he sniffed her chest, “Who have you been with?”

Quintessa was startled, then retorted, “A man, obviously. Who else would I be with this late at night?”

Tyrone pinched her chin, “Stop talking like that. Are you trying to provoke me on purpose?”

“Oh, that’s a new one. What are you to me? How can my words get to you? Even if it’s about being cheated on, that’s none of your business, is it? Don’t worry about playing the husband, I can do without that.”

Tyrone suddenly laughed, “Well, I’m worried now.”

Quintessa rolled her eyes.

Interesting conversation, indeed.

Quintessa thought to herself, “You’re really not leaving?”

“Let’s sleep.”

He hadn’t planned on leaving once he arrived.

Quintessa was exhausted but couldn’t fall asleep. She hadn’t taken her clothes off, and the man beside her held her tightly, his leg pressing down on her. In the darkness of the night, Quintessa’s smile was cold.

She always knew how to make Tyrone fall for her.

And this moment, wasn’t it a perfect start?

Men, foolish creatures.