Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Crossing the street, Tyrone made it to the car still three or four meters away, when he heard someone call out, “Hey, Tyrone”

Tyrone turned around and saw Alexander.

Alexander was dressed formally today, in a black suit and a striped tie, standing on the sidewalk like a modern–day Adonis, his handsome face lit up with a surprised smile. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

wone, carrying a bag of sandwiches, muffins and oatmeal, was dressed down in just a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. His hair was tousled, and his fine features wore a hint of fatigue, giving him an irresistibly brooding charm.

Together, they were a sight to behold under the bright sun, outshining even the daylight and drawing second glances from passersby.

Tyrone was surprised; he hadn’t expected to run into Alexander on the streets of Emberbrook so early in the morning.

Subconsciously, Tyrone glanced back at his car, feeling inexplicably a bit nervous though he couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

Inside the car, Quintessa was sitting in the passenger seat, wrapped in a blanket, her face unseen, with only her scattered long hair

visible.

A bit relieved, Tyrone turned around and asked with a smile, “What brings you here?”

Alexander approached Tyrone, a smirk on his lips, “That’s what I should be asking you. I haven’t been able to find you lately. Look at you, haven’t slept all night, have you? Where have you been? You didn’t do something bad, did you?”

Tyrone raised an eyebrow, “Is it that obvious? That you can tell I did something bad?”

“Don’t you know what your eyes look like now? Like you’ve got conjunctivitis.”

Tyrone didn’t want Alexander to know what he’d been up to the previous night and covered it up, “Ahem, just didn’t sleep well. Oh, are you going on a blind date, dressed like that?”

Alexander didn’t expose Tyrone’s lie and replied, “No, I’ve picked a place I want to buy to open a law firm. I’m here to negotiate a price today.”

Tyrone gave Alexander a once–over, “Tsk, you’re ditching your international firm to start over here? Are you seriously not planning on going back?”

Alexander glanced at Tyrone’s car and said, “For the short term, I can’t find the person I’m looking for, so going back isn’t an option. Might as well get the firm up and running, recruit some sharp lawyers. After all, lawyers have more channels of information than the average person, which could help in finding people.”

Tyrone nodded, “This place is nice, and the price seems fair. Just don’t get swindled.”

Alexander chuckled, “Come on, who do you think I am? Can a lawyer get swindled? But you, actually lining up at a street vendor for breakfast; is this the Tyrone I know?”

He gestured to Tyrone’s car, “Did you buy that for your lady there? Haven’t seen you in a few days, and you’ve learned to be tender–hearted? I can hardly believe it. Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Tyrone scoffed, “I was hungry, that’s all. Just a woman; she doesn’t deserve what I buy. There’s no need to introduce her to you; she’s definitely not my future wife, no introduction necessary.”

Deep down, Tyrone didn’t want Quintessa to meet Alexander.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, “Alright, I’ll believe you for now.”

Feeling his oatmeal cooling by the second, Tyrone said, “I have other things to do, I better go back, catch you later.”

“Come out for a drink tonight if you have time.” Alexander suggested.

“Tonight? We’ll see,” Tyrone waved off the invitation and got into his car.