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 she’d throw it at

structure support her weary body. She would never again show weakness in front of

humiliations, once tasted,

exhausted; her eyes were bloodshot from the previous long night of shooting. She spoke with a hint of disdain, “Geez, you sound like a neglected housewife. Got an itch? Take a left outside, pick any actress–from the crew you

literally, from

Quintessa for days but couldn’t find the right reason or muster the courage to

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

Tyrone had jumped at the chance to come himself.

Quintessa’s words now, he felt his teeth aching even more. She really had a way with words–or rather, a way of getting under his

on her, considering her struggle, but upon seeing her, he found any softness he once felt turned back into

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

smirk, “Looking for a game, huh? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Why the false modesty? You’re

Tyrone, causing him to lie

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.”