Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 65

Quintessa’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Jerome, who are you on the phone with? I better not be that annoying girlfriend of yours. Didn’t you say she doesn’t hold a candle to a single strand of my hair? That once you had me, you’d kick her to the curb? Why bother with her? Come on over and let’s live it up!”

With a playful sprint, Quintessa dashed a few steps ahead, swung open the car door, and hopped into the passenger seat before Jerome could catch up.

Manny hit the gas and the car shot forward.

Quintessa rolled down the window, waved mockingly at Jerome, then flashed the ultimate gesture of contempt the middle finger. No need to hide her disdain now.

Let them make a scene. Let Miranda hassle Jerome until he can’t stand it any longer.

Miranda’s call was actually a stroke of luck for Quintessa, which spared her from having to concoct her own escape plan. Everything was falling into place.

Jerome squinted, watching Quintessa’s car disappear in the distance. The opportunity to be with her had slipped through his fingers once again.

Miranda was still sobbing and causing a commotion, Jerome felt nothing but disgust and irritation at

to

can’t touch another woman. If you do, I’ll make you regret it.” Miranda’s

already have,

he was

Quintessa, he could still muster some pretense of patience for

Quintessa back, he couldn’t bear to even

shook uncontrollably. “Jay, what

through! No room for negotiation. That’s it.” Jerome declared without hesitation before he ended the call, and turned off his phone.

lot, he wondered why Quintessa had left so easily without getting the answer she wanted. She wasn’t one to back down, unless she had another

could be cold–hearted and frightening, but even knowing that, he couldn’t help himself. He was intrigued to see what she

out of the underground parking, merging onto the

Manny assured her.

through the photos. They basically all showed her from behind, and even in some photos that captured her side profile, her face was obscured by her hair. But Jerome was another story;

intimate embrace, and from certain angles, they even

“Once I’m rolling in dough, I’ll throw in