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.

had a vial of acid in her hand right now, she was convinced that she’d throw

structure support her weary body. She

once tasted,

disdain, “Geez, you sound

literally, from

see Quintessa for days but couldn’t find the right reason or muster the courage to face her, perhaps out of a sense

planning to merge them into a single entertainment conglomerate. Kevin intended to inspect the

Tyrone had jumped at

She really had a way with words–or rather, a way of getting under his skin.

considering her struggle, but upon seeing her, he

his mind. “I’m

for a game, huh? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Why the false modesty? You’re not the casual type, but I can be quite the

Tyrone, causing him to lie askew on

licking her lips seductively, “Mr. York, however you want to play, I’m game. I’ll make sure you feel right at home, satisfaction guaranteed.”