Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 119

Tyrone just lay down, sighing. “To have meat every day but not able to eat it, I’ve lost all my energy and can’t make it quick.”

Tyrone, in all earnestness, yearned for Quintessa.

But every night, as his clothes were shed, just shy of the final step, Quintessa would always douse the fire on Tyrone’s head with a single sentence.

It left Tyrone with an irrepressible fire that felt like a kettle that’s bubbling but never quite reaches the pour. It just cools down, bit by bit.

Thus, Tyrone was left hungering and hungering.

Quintessa, annoyed, shot at him, “Do you have no shame?”

at her, “No, what’s the point of having that when

his school days, everyone would refer to him as a cool prince. But

this was the real him. In front of others, he had to pretend, tow wear a

But with Quintessa?

face inches from Tyrone’s,

a moment, his pupils seemed to contract sharply,

touched Tyrone’s face with her hand, her voice tender, “Remember what I told you that day?”

softened by her touch, “Which day?”

him hard, “Don’t play

his cheek with a half–smirk, “If I have really fallen for you, what would you do about it?”

face, “You’ll find out in the future.”

so

for a few days, during which the two got along without

noticing Tyrone’s apparent guilt, she

Tyrone seemed to want it, he never went beyond a few kisses and caresses. Even though he often lost control, with just a single prick from her words, Tyrone would actually cease all movement, which was truly miraculous, almost to the point where

sneered inwardly. She didn’t buy the idea that Tyrone was sparing her feelings. More likely, he