Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 28

Quintessa took a deep breath and slowly extended her hand for a brief, firm handshake with Tyrone.

In front of the director, she couldn’t afford to make a scene with Tyrone. This was her shot, and she had to seize it. Plus, she didn’t want to put Violet in a tight spot.

Since Tyrone was playing the stranger, there was no point in calling him out. Revenge could wait. It wasn’t a dish best served immediately.

Quintessa intended only a quick touch before withdrawing, but to her surprise, as soon as she made contact with Tyrone’s hand, he seized it tightly, refusing to let go. When she was about to lose her cool, he finally released her.

As he let go, Tyrone’s fingers trailed across Quintessa’s palm in a way that made her feel sick.

Everyone there was sharp enough to sense the tension between the two, but they all pretended not to notice.

a portly middle–aged man with a bald head that gave him a slightly sleazy look, chimed

“Sounds good.”

her jaw. She wouldn’t swallow that bitter pill of resentment. She’d find an opportunity

design or accident, Tyrone took the seat

wet wipes from her purse and began to clean her hands meticulously, rubbing until

eyes narrowed

passed, and everyone was sweating from relishing the hot dishes, except Tyrone, who remained cool, sipping water a few times and barely touching his utensils

watched with silent scorn. The heir to the York family never shared common dishes with others;

touch the likes of greasy burgers or buffalo wings what others considered delicacies in a hearty American

palate was accustomed to the finest – Solaceia foie gras, Beluga caviar, and white

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it- she’d never seen a man so high–maintenance. It was a wonder the York family

her glass of fiery bourbon and swallowed it, feeling

this scumbag Tyrone right in front of her and not acting out was just