Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 36

Rachel poured her heart out, her words painting a vivid picture of her undying love for Tyrone.

Mrs. York felt a twinge of guilt as she listened, “You’re just too kind–hearted. Those little vixens cut there are no match for you. How can Tyrone, Alas, go on up, but don’t upset him. If he says no, don’t enter his room, or it’ll be your own downfall.”

What Mrs. York had almost said was “How can he not lay his eyes on you?” But she held back, not wanting to make Rachel feel worse.

Rachel nodded, “Sure, don’t worry.”

Tyrone tossed the paper bag on the floor, a corner of its contents peeking out – a pair of women’s high heels, black, dainty, and delicate. It was Quintessa’s shoes that she had left. in the car.

Narrowing his eyes at the heels, Tyrone was baffled at why he had brought them home. He recalled how Quintessa had tossed his shirt into a trash can and sneered, “Why didn’t I just throw these away too?”

knocking at the

“Who’s there?”

How’s your neck? Does

a wave of repulsion, “Who

Can I just stand at the door and talk to

a moment?”

a year, she couldn’t afford to wait any longer. Every time she looked in the mirror and

to hurry up and marry into the York family. Any more delay and her chances. would

since that night three years ago when he slept with Quintessa, Tyrone’s disdain for her had only grown. Sometimes she

Quintessa’s delicate touch on his chest, a tickling sensation

go next time.

Quintessa swirling in his mind, he coldly advised Rachel, “I suggest you

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on your dream of marrying into the York family, Rachel. Do you think you’re worthy?”