Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 29

It was as if she was saying, “yeah, that’s right, I did it on purpose; what are you gonna do about it?”

Tyrone didn’t touch his cutlery, and Quintessa asked, “Don’t fancy the dish? How about the sliced beef?”

Quintessa scooped up a few for Tyrone, who just felt his stomach churning at the sight, though his face betrayed no particular emotion.

This time, Quintessa wasn’t going to let Tyrone off the hook. As long as he didn’t pick up his utensils, she’d keep serving him.

The indignation of being used for a free night’s stay, being chewed up and humiliated- those grievances never dissipated from Quintessa’s heart. She was determined to get her own back from Tyrone.

that she 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 afraid of being too

at Quintessa’s ingratiating face, said, “So eager for me to eat, huh?”

end of his sentence was like a hook, itching at one’s heart, making at seemingly innocuous 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.”

wouldn’t touch the cutlery, he surprised her by picking it up – specifically, the cutlery she had used.

of beef dripping with hot chili oil, and popped it into his mouth – his first time trying such a thing.

a taste and then burst into uncontrollable coughing.

spice hit him hard, and he coughed non–stop, his face turning a bright red. Quintessa feigned innocence, “Oh,

water and downed it in one; he then pulled

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that would seem awkward on anyone else, Tyrone managed to look effortlessly stylish.

she apologized again, 1 really am sorry, Mr. York I had no idea you couldn’t handle the heat.

“Had we known,

said, “No matter, how can I refuse a dish served