Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 69

Quintessa glanced at Tyrone with a hint of mischief. “Since Mr. York is so keen today, let’s just say I’ll let you in on a few more secrets!”

Though she couldn’t eliminate Tyrone, she couldn’t keep being threatened by him either.

If he already knew one of her secrets, well then, she might as well let him in on another. Transform him from a mere witness into an accomplice.

Quintessa always lived by the rule: If I can’t have it my way, neither can you.

Tyrone was all too eager, and so, he was going to be dragged into the mire as well.

Tyrone raised an eyebrow. “I’m game!”

A surge of excitement bubbled within him, reminiscent of the thrill he felt during his school days when getting up to no good–it was oddly invigorating.

They pulled up to the outskirts of the hospital in Tyrone’s car.

The hospital was quiet in the dead of night, with few souls around; an eerie silence pervaded the air. They could almost smell the antiseptic even before getting too close.

hopped out of the car and

“You’re really planning to just

her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m that stupid?”

hospital surveillance, they made their way to the on–call room where the nurse was sound asleep. Tyrone clearly saw Quintessa effortlessly unlock a secured closet and pull out a white lab coat and a set of scrubs.

Quintessa said,

“I don’t

knew what kind of person had worn those scrubs before?

Quintessa snorted. “Really?”

she spun around and turned on the faucet, then she grabbed a cup that had been lying around for who knows how long, filled it with water, and drenched Tyrone with

all soaked,

come all

was determined to drag

wet shirt, then back at Quintessa, and suddenly

a mischievous smirk on his face. “You going to dress me?”

harsh fluorescent light, his wet figure managed not to look disheveled. Some people always seemed to carry an air of sophistication, no matter the

time itself, Quintessa felt a teasing itch. “I’m more used to taking clothes off than putting them on.”

closer, until his face was inches from hers. “Taking clothes off is definitely better. We’re

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