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 him without a second thought.

wall, Quintessa let the solid structure support her weary body. She would never again show weakness in front

tasted,

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,

excuse to see 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

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

even more. She really had a way with words–or rather, a way of getting under

on her, considering her struggle, but upon seeing her,

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

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

causing him to lie askew on

straddled him, with her hands 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,