Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 122

Tyrone had been unusually well–behaved these past few days, not bothering Quintessa at all.

However, the way he looked at Quintessa was different, making her suspect that he might be up to no good again. After all, Quintessa had put him in his place before, implying he was less desirable than a movie.

They were living in a state of cautious coexistence, sharing a bed but exchanging hardly a word.

Every night, Quintessa would cocoon herself in the comforter, a clear barrier between them. Yet, morning after morning, she’d wake to find his limbs sprawled over her. Every day, Quintessa was awakened by his weight. Each time she woke up, she was very grumpy and kicked him.

When het kick startled him awake, he’d just blink at her, still half in dreamland, and grumble, “Sleep!”

That day, they wrapped up at nine, a bit earlier than the previous days. Quintessa was eager to hit the sack and whipped through her makeup removal routine.

room, several other actresses huddled in a gossiping circle, casting glances her

man entering and leaving your room for several

friends here,” another

paused, her tone dripping with disdain, “Yeah, I am keeping a man. What’s wrong with that? He’s not sleeping in

shut them up, but only

then, let us have a look and give

big deal for him to meet you. The real talent

the actresses; truth be told, they

their point of view, Quintessa was a siren, a heartbreaker–the

as if you’re the only attractive woman in the world. Are you so

eyebrow and said sarcastically, “The man in my room is very picky, yet he happens

The escalating tension in the dressing room was interrupted by

threshold, dressed in casual wear, shades obscuring his eyes.

at Quintessa,

dressing room fell into sudden silence,