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.

of acid in her hand right now, she was convinced that she’d

the solid structure support her weary

once tasted,

her chest, Quintessa looked evidently 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

ached, literally,

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

merge them into a single entertainment conglomerate. Kevin intended to inspect the Zion City film complex

jumped at the chance to

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

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

her, but her sharp words changed his mind. “I’m

the false

steps, Quintessa pushed Tyrone, causing him to lie askew on

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