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.

a vial of acid in her hand right now, she was convinced that

structure support her weary body. She

once tasted, were

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

teeth ached, literally, from

couldn’t find the right reason or muster the courage to face her, perhaps out of a sense of anxiety.

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

so, Tyrone had jumped at the chance to come himself.

now, he felt his teeth aching even more. She really had

but upon

her, but her sharp words changed his mind. “I’m not the type to fool around,

so earlier? Why the false modesty? You’re not the casual type, but

Quintessa pushed Tyrone, causing him to lie askew on the

braced on his chest, licking her lips seductively, “Mr. York, however you want to play, I’m game. I’ll make sure you feel right at home,