Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 72

“Is she pretty

Had he not seen women prettier than her?

Good–natured?

What a joke! He never knew a woman who could have such a foul temper.

Kind?

Bullcrap. He had never met anyone more malicious or deceitful than her,

And yet, why did he, Tyrone, do such irrational things for her? He actually helped her commit murdert

Tyrone glared at Quintessa. When people are sleep, they usually lower their defenses, and maybe become less irritating.

But she was different. Even in sleep, she still had her fists clenched, her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed; her face always carried a guard against the world.

got close

th the

xt second.

at her for a good half hour, his calm exterior grew

me. Erase all the surveillance footage from

on the other

twisted into a cold smirk. “Why? It’s my family’s hospital. I want it gone. Got a

Tyrone felt him unable to suppress the rage boiling inside him, so he

ankle, “Get out. This is my bedroom.”

again, Quintessa murmured,

teeth,

with you. What’s a bed to me?”

Tyrone was speechless.

second, Tyrone lay in bed and pulled the entire blanket

enough, but she curled up on the edge, looking like she might fall off at any moment, and continued to sleep soundly. It seemed as though the harsh conditions didn’t affect her at

seek warmth like others would; she just lay, there, still.

After all that fuss, he was the one who ended up

his foot; a simple nudge would send Quintessa

his foot and turned away, ignoring

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