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.

her hand right now, she was convinced

weary body.

once tasted, were

arms crossed over 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 itch? Take a left outside, pick any actress–from the crew you fancy, and have at it with whoever

literally, from irritation.

had been looking for an excuse to see Quintessa for days but couldn’t find the right reason or muster the courage to face her, perhaps

days ago, Kevin had acquired Spark Entertainment and BrightStar Media, planning to merge them into a single entertainment conglomerate. Kevin

had jumped at

really had a way with words–or rather, a way of

considering her struggle, but

his mind. “I’m not the type to fool around, but tonight,

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

steps, Quintessa pushed Tyrone, causing him to lie askew

licking her lips seductively, “Mr. York, however you want to play, I’m