Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 107

Under Tyrone, a bath towel Quintessa had brought from home was laid out, which was an indication of his disdain for the less–than–stellar accommodations of this place and his refusal to trust the hotel’s linens.

Tyrone ignored Quintessa’s sarcasm as if it were nothing; without budging an inch, he just said while furrowing his brow, “Why’re you back so late?”

His voice was tinged with complaint, blame, and an unsettling familiarity

-as if he were the lord of this domain.

They say beauty grows under the soft glow of lamplight, becoming ever more enchanting.

Quintessa had to admit that the more she looked at Tyrone, the handsomer he seemed. But with each passing moment, she felt her resentment growing.

her hand right now, she was convinced that she’d throw it

weary body. She would never

once tasted, were

the previous long night of shooting. She spoke with a hint of disdain, “Geez, you sound

teeth ached, literally, from

looking for an excuse to see Quintessa for days but couldn’t find the right reason

acquired Spark Entertainment and BrightStar Media, planning to merge them into a

jumped at

he felt his teeth aching even more. She really had a way with words–or

had thought that perhaps he could go easy on her, considering her struggle, but upon seeing her, he found any softness he once felt turned

words changed his mind. “I’m not

huh? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Why the false modesty? You’re not the casual

causing him

straddled him, with her hands braced on his chest, licking her lips seductively, “Mr. York, however you want to