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.

vial of acid in her hand right now, she

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

humiliations, once tasted, were

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

literally, from irritation.

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

BrightStar Media, planning to merge them into a

Tyrone had jumped at the chance to

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

struggle, but upon seeing her, he

“I’m not the type to fool around,

didn’t you say so earlier? Why the false modesty? You’re not the casual type, but I can be quite the opposite when I choose to be.”

pushed Tyrone, causing him to lie askew on the

with her hands braced on his chest, licking her lips seductively, “Mr. York, however you want to play, I’m