Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 112

The thing was, it was a woman’s dress–a woman’s dreas that she had worn.

Tyrone had gone off the deep end, completely bonkers, wearing someone else’s hand–me–downs.

With a nonchalant backward slump, Tyrone drawled, “Booking rooms is your thing, isn’t it? The hotel you chose that night wasn’t bad, I must admit, and I was quite satisfied.”

Quintessa chuckled, rolling up her sleeves with a smirk, “Oh, finally coming clean, are we? I thought you’d play the shrinking violet forever, and never own up to it. Well, since you’ve opened up, let’s have a proper chat.”

The emphasis she put on ‘proper chat‘ signaled she meant business.

Tyrone squinted his eyes; his devilishly charming face made him look like he was asking for a punch, “Have I ever denied it? Really?”

Though he never confirmed it, he certainly never denied it either.

not going to fleece you–let’s split it,

become even more miserly

pulled her hand down towards him suggestively, “Tsk, but as I recall, a lady offered to treat me

back, stood up with a face so cold

in ‘Whispers in the Wind. Where’s that leading role now? You had a free night with me, and I haven’t even pressed you for

with his hands behind his head, “Broke.”

burst out laughing.

“Get lost.”

stormy, and she pointed dramatically at the door as if to say,

around Quintessa’s waist and rolled with her onto the bed, “So you do want to roll

teeth in frustration. It had been three years, and she hadn’t realized just how shameless Tyrone could be. To everyone else, he was untouchable, never sparing a word or a glance as if

seethed, “Tyrone, can you be

of her blouse with his

as her blouse began to come off. “Tyrone,

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